Your Favorite Band Is Killing Me

I borrowed Your Favorite Band Is Killing Me from the library at the weekend, a book of celebrity feuds, ruminations upon the nature of the Internet, and reminiscences of the 1992 MTV Video Music Awards.
I learned many things from this book. For example, Prince and Michael Jackson once had a game of ping pong. (Michael Jackson lost, dismissed desultory by the diminutive Minnesotan bouncing a ping pong ball off the bejeweled cod piece of the King of Pop.)

There’s a lot of analysis of why arguing on the Internet is pointless, the difficult lot of the modern male trying to build relationships with other men when all you are good at is arguing about music, and sound advice for life, like why Nikki Sixx from Motley Crue was scary (wiry dude, never wore a shirt) and Axl Rose was not.

Because the author is only a year younger than me, we have many similar reference points, like the apparent horror that Guns N Roses presented when in fact they were five weedy guys in need of a cup of tea and a sandwich, or the relative merits of Nirvana and Pearl Jam, or why there’s no point getting angry at young people, because they are, after all, young people.

It’s a good quick read. It ends on the downer of Tupac and Biggie’s feud (the only fatal one in the book) where it’s argued this inspires greater careful news amongst pop stars (Justin Bieber might live in a fantasy where he is Tupac Shakur, but he’s never at risk of being killed) and then a short chapter on the Dixie Chicks and Toby Keith. So perhaps like all great pop acts it burns out rather than being consistent to the end, but I suppose that’s appropriate, really.

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