I really, really, really wanted to like this memoir. I have been a Creedence Clearwater Revival/Fogerty fan for, well, as long as I can remember. Their/his music was some of the earliest I can remember coming out of my Dad's speakers. I went to his most recent concert at the Oakdale. I wanted this to be another great music memoir we could add to our collection.
Unfortunately, I found the narrative too choppy to follow. Fogerty bounces around the memories of his childhood so much, it's tough to keep the timeline straight. This continues into the Creedence days. There are also interwoven commentaries from his wife Julie. The only bit that is crystal clear is the vignette regarding the copyright trials, when Fogerty fought for the rights to the music he wrote.
Much of what appears in the memoir is played in the opening video to Fogerty's current concerts, just in a much more succinct manner.
Disappointed to say the least.
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