Where are all the photos Andy?,
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This review is from: One Train Later: A memoir (Hardcover)
Although not a huge fan of The Police,as a guitarist myself I'd always liked some of the sounds Andy Summers could get from the instrument that differed from the usual rock/pop cliches.Also,as someone born in 1942,his apprenticeship started at the dawn of the rock/pop era so he is also a real voice of experience.On the whole,it's a decent read.What I like about Summers is that the entire motivation for his career is simply a love of music rather than money/fame/women(these would arrive eventually)and when you read his descriptions of the crappy venues,filthy digs and occasionally hand-to-mouth existence,I for one wouldn't begrudge him the odd groupie or 3!Here is someone who has paid his dues several times over and kept going when many wouldn't.The book is written with refreshing honesty and a fair bit of humour..his description of a post Police gig in Slovenia in the early 90's is both funny and disturbing in equal measure(ditch that agent mate!).The one thing that lets it down for me is the absence of any decent photographs.As Andy was/is an enthusiastic lensman,I assumed that there would be plenty of pics from down the years but all we get is the odd fuzzy black and white print scattered sparcely through the book which is a shame.Just one last observation..at the point where his marriage breaks up amidst the sex/drugs/rock n'roll cliches,it's worth mentioning that Andy Summers was touching 40 years old..not exactly a spring chicken!But the phrase 'old enogth to know better' doesn't often apply to the music biz.If someone is chucking chemicals into themselves and screwing around at that age then they don't deserve a missus so his words of woe over his divorce ring hollow to these ears..the fact she took him back is maybe a last pay-off for all those fart filled nights travelling in a crappy van to those awful gigs!Feel lucky Andy...