Ain't That a Shame
Is the music of Fats Domino more interesting than the biography?
Fats Domino and the Lost Dawn of Rock 'n' Roll
by Rick Coleman
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The true pleasure of reading any book on rock ’n’ roll comes less in the descriptions of the music—I’ve long felt that rock bios need to be packaged with a CD, to reinforce or introduce the aural ideas presented—than in the personal excesses, the wantonness, the luxury and degradation, for lack of a better phrase. The gold standard of the genre, Peter Guralnick’s magisterial two-volume biography of Elvis Presley, Last Train to Memphis (1994) and Careless Love (1999), fairly wallows in Presley’s enthusiasms for things that aren’t healthy or kind, like a steady stream of amphetamines, and his revulsion at having sex with any woman who had given birth. Hellfire (1982), Nick Tosches’s barn-burning epistle on Jerry Lee Lewis, makes it clear that the Killer married his thirteen-year-old cousin in large part to ease
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