“It’s me alone with the guitar and a notebook. Hynde said her songwriting process after decades of music is much the same.
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Sometimes I find myself saying, ‘You … phony.’ It goes like that until you crack it. “I’m referring to myself in that line,” Hynde said. The title song, a jumping rockabilly tune, refers to the “red brick road where I grew up on” in Akron being “gone gone gone.” Numbers such as “Don’t Lose Faith In Me” have a country-ballad twang, filled with vulnerability: “The artist on the cover/ Is a phony and a crook/ I’m looking for you lover/ Show me where to look.” She acquired an apartment there to be closer to her aging parents and rediscovered the city after years away, from brisk autumn weather to local animal sanctuaries and her old record collection. Though the album was recorded in 12 days in Los Angeles, much of it is informed by Akron. Later, he pulled in legendary session drummer Jim Keltner ” whose credits include playing with John Lennon ” to work on the record (regular drummer Martin Chambers returns for the tour). “Steve said, ‘You’ve been doing this for 25 years, you don’t need a producer.’ No one had ever told me that before. Nancy’s mother wrote a 1983 book describing her daughter’s lifelong battle with mental illness, and it seems gratuitous to kick a woman when she’s down - and dead.“I said to Steve, ‘We don’t have a record deal and we don’t have a producer,”‘ said Hynde.
The other surprise is her utter contempt for Nancy Spungen, who was stabbed to death at age 20, allegedly by her boyfriend, Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols.
Her marriages are barely acknowledged former husband Jim Kerr of Simple Minds is not even named. For one, Hynde is extremely circumspect about past love interests, distilling many relationships to a few sentences, or even one: “I guess you could say he was my boyfriend.” Serious dalliances with Kinks lead singer Ray Davies, with whom she had a child, and Pretenders bandmate Pete Farndon are served up and put away with minimal fuss. There are two somewhat unusual aspects to the book. Male ego hurt by taking orders from a soon-to-be ex-girlfriend? “Too bad, buddy boy,” she snaps. Plenty of that, in fact, from flipping off leering men in Mexico to slugging someone on stage. The book has a few surprises - who knew Chrissie Hynde was a student at Kent State University when the 1970 shootings happened? Who knew she almost married both Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten (for the sake of a British visa)? When has Chrissie Hynde ever been photographed smiling?īut mostly, these tales could be easily deduced from a sampling of Pretenders song lyrics. This incident recently made headlines because Hynde blamed herself for the assault.
At least one thing they yelled at her during the ordeal (“Shut up, or you’re going to make some plastic surgeon rich!”) later became a song lyric: “Stop sniveling / You’re gonna make some plastic surgeon a rich man.” In the memoir, Hynde describes how, in a drugged-out state, she refused to give some motorcycle gang members her Quaaludes and how they then took her to an abandoned house and assaulted and raped her. “Tattooed Love Boys” is one chapter title, the same title as one of the songs on the Pretenders’ debut album. Some of her song lyrics come to life as well.
One can almost hear her deep, sneering vibrato. Sarcasm and dry humor shine through many paragraphs here, lightening accounts of homelessness, drug addiction and physical abuse.
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