She wasn't just a groupie, but Faithfull by Marianne Faithfull has that same decadent vibe.

PS. Most of the people on this thread seem to be conflating autobiography and memoir. I agree that an autobiography is best left until one’s later years, as it is a retrospective of one’s life. But anyone can write a memoir. It entirely depends on what they’ve experienced. If they were a child soldier in Africa or…

THAT LEGIT HAPPENED. He was doing a book signing/presentation at my local dec center and I stayed until almost everyone was gone (because I hate making conversation at the valet stand with all the snooty designistas my city has been churning out) and grabbed a couple of flutes of champagne for the both of us.

PhD in memoir studies here (no this isn’t a joke). For a feminist blog, you sure are ignoring the fact that memoir, as a genre, allows the voices of women and people of color into the world “words first” rather than “face first” (read gender, sexuality, race, disability first). The main mistake that this post makes is…

Groupie and former rockers of any kind for me, always guaranteed to be lots of juicy sex, drug and rock n roll stories. Recently read Viv Albertine’s “Clothes, Music, Boys”— so good. She’s seriously now a hero of mine.

I love Amy Poehler like she’s a member of my family, but I thought her book was really sloppy and disappointing. Condescending, even. Like “I have all these cool and funny stories, but I’m not going to share them!” For instance, she starts to mention that once they were staying up real late working at SNL, and they…

In Texas, we call that the Baptist Bob.

Either “Where the Hell are my Keys?” or “Girl, Rude”. The former because I figure it's the phrase I've uttered most in this life.

I think the only exception to this rule is Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations. I honestly have read that book more times than I can count, because he’s a fucking phenomenal flames writer, AND he gives excellent advice to people who want to be chefs, but aren’t batshit insane.

I’m assuming you’ve read “i’m with the band” by Pamela Des Barres. That’s the only one I know of. Any others?

One of the best books I’ve ever read. Fascinating. But written in the 80s before the celebrity memoir thing got out of hand. Patty Duke really did have a story to tell.

Shit, I would, but no one wants to read a memoir by an unemployed Three Stooges/Zombies nut that plays classical piano. Hell, people don’t even want to hire me for work!

If they were TRUE and not the glossed over version of events from her perspective.

I FUCKING LOVE MEMOIRS.

GIVE ME YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS, FOOLS.

I would have been better off reading every appliance manual that lives in a drawer in my kitchen. Maybe then i wouldn’t have broken the waffle iron.

This square hair gets me every time.

You know who else loved writing their memoir... I’m just saying.

if artists can’t afford the city, there is no longer a need for art stores...

I briefly worked at a small boutique that was very visual and display focused. There were a few displays with pens, fancy Blackwing pencils, artisinal stationary shit, etc. People would lose their fucking minds over it. Some people have like a psychosexual obsession with the *idea* of organization. A $2 pencil that…

I love the idea of this but I’m just not a pencil girl. Now, if there were a gel ink pen store, I’d be all over it.