Forty years after the fact we are still absorbed in the music of the 1960s and 1970s and the people who created it. We are seeing memoirs from many of these folks, Bob Dylan started the ball rolling to be followed by Keith Richards, Pete Townshend and even Neil Young. Expect this trend to continue, because all of the majors will want to get their licks in before they die or forget what really happened–even though everything published is filtered through a degree of hazy memory.
This ends up being a merry-go-round of memories, with every revolution you see another detail that you missed on the previous spins. There are things you expect to hear about that you know from firsthand experiences or from other sources that need to be mentioned. You would feel let down if Townshend’s tale didn’t discuss “Lifehouse” or his pedophilia accusations. In like manner you want new details of the same story, where each trip down memory lane adds a new layer. This retelling is why magazines like Mojo and Uncut are so successful, the old stories are given a new spin.
