How Bluegrass Music Destroyed My Life

Well, this is either an autobiography with elements of fantasy or a book of fantasy with elements of autobiography. Either way, it is a hugely enjoyable and very funny read: solid on the music culture of the blues and bluegrass/country genres and should be read by anyone who owns even just one Fahey sound recording.

It is well known how abrasive, combative, and self-destructive Fahey was. This collection of stories reveals a subtlety and tenderness wildly at variance with his persona as a performer. Indeed, it recalls another such mad genius Fr Rolfe. Meanwhile, the insider's view of (among other things) what some have called "the folklore mafia" is informeed and credible. This reviewer knows: he's been there too.

Running the Azalea Street Penis Club, worshipping the Great Koonaklaster, catching a world record alligator gar while drinking whiskey with Bukka White, chatting with the ghost of Hank Williams,giving Antonioni an American style ass whupping in Rome, American eccentric and steel guitar maestro tells the story of his life.

The best story in here is the one where Roosevelt Sykes talks about why he loves honey. The second best story in here is the one where John Fahey punches Michelangelo Antonioni in the face.