Reis Goldberg

One of the worst autobiography I have read. The prose is mediocre at best. There are no original tales and no real introspection by the subject. He seems aloof and proud of his misdeeds and offers no real insight as to his success. He is not a original or deep thinker. If you compare his story to Dylan’s book on his life it is like comparing a sophomoric dud to a original free thinker. I was hoping that reading it would lead me into a deeper desire to re-examine his music. Instead I realize he was just a copycat capitalist who got lucky and could play a little guitar