The contents of this book were written all over the world, usually on tour. You get full disclosure of the character building experiences of a young man grinding it out on the independent music circuit. Famine, bitter cold, mean women, crazy women, no women at all. Clouds of locusts fill the sky and the gas gauge hits empty at every turn.<BR>When you need to wallow in the mire of your existence with a fellow self-obsessed insomnia-ridden megalomaniac and your friends no longer pick up the phone when you call, reach for this book.