Inspiration and perspiration

Started reading Bob Mould's autobiography this morning. Already hard to put down. Suffice it to say there are some very uncomfortable similarities, which reconfirmed for me so much of what I know/have known about myself and the people around me--that none of us are special. That so many of us grew up in difficult circumstances. I don't know if it will hinder my writing of my own weird story, but aside from the obvious differences, I suppose we really do all have the same shared experiences.

Nonetheless, it does help, when I read books like this or Richard Barone's amazing "Frontman" to keep me thinking of mistakes made by others that I never made and to always be glad of having what I had from my years as a working musician.

It remains to be seen that I, too, can deliver the goods--except my story comes from the angle of someone who probably could have had it, but chose not to. Besides, I've lived more of a rock-and-roll lifestyle than most "successful" rock stars.