Wedding the American oral storytelling tradition with progressive music journalism, Mitch Myers' The Boy Who Cried Freebird is a treatise on the popular music culture of the twentieth century. Trenchant, insightful, and wonderfully strange, this literary mix-tape is authentic music history . . . except when it isn't. Myers outrageously blends short fiction, straight journalism, comic interludes, memoirs, serious artist profiles, satire, and related fan-boy hokum—including the classic stories he first narrated on NPR's All Things Considered.
Focusing on iconic recordings, events, communities, and individuals, Myers riffs on Deadheads, sixties nostalgia, rock concert decorum, glockenspiels, and all manner of pop phenomena. From tales of rock-and-roll time travel to science fiction revealing Black Sabbath's power to melt space aliens, The Boy Who Cried Freebird is about music, culture, legend, and lore—all to be lovingly passed on to future generations.
Fun and Information
By Amazon Customer on May 04, 2007
Mitch Myers' collection of stories and articles are a varied collection. Deaheads will likely hope for more of the tales of Adam Coil in his various incarnations. Other pieces are cogent, accurate and fascinating expansions of liner notes for various albums from jazz to Allen Ginsberg and Terry Riley. If you are a fan of any of this music you will love this book. Having read some of these pieces in their original form and heard some of these done on NPR I am struck at the great quality of them collected together tweaked to perfection. This is his first book and I can only hope that there will be more to come soon.
By Kerry O. Burns on Aug 14, 2007
a collection of short stories all revolving aroud music, mostly rock but jazz, fusion and minimal. A hit or miss collection, mostly hit but a few clunkers. The longer stories including where Ozzie Osborne is called on to save us from aliens really rock. Well written and original and an easy read.
If It Weren't for the Fact . . .
By J. Brown on Dec 08, 2007
. . . that author Mitch Myers is the nephew of the late, great Shel Silverstein, this wouldn't have been suitable even to line a birdcage. This is basically nothing more than an attempt to trade on (and simultaneously trash) Silverstein's reputation. I know, because I knew Shel for years, and remember him as honorable, decent and loyal - traits Myers wouldn't know if he fell over them. Not to mention the unforgivably poor writing throughout. In short, avoid this and the so-called "biography," "A Boy Named Shel" - which also smacks of a half-truth-laden hatchet job.