“When I do an interview and the writer apologized for not
knowing anything about Soul Coughing other than Circles, I thank her or him
exuberantly.”
This sums up the book.
Mike Doughty hates a lot of things, but nothing as much as his first
band and his most successful venture. Doughty rarely uses names in his memoir.
The members of Soul Coughing are referred to as bass player, drummer and
sampler player.
If you read this blog, you know that I love musician
memoirs. The Book of Drugs is the
first one I’ve encountered where the music takes a back seat. It’s so far back that it’s the last row
of the bus. It’s not until about 50 pages before the books ends that he
actually talks about liking music and his songwriting. Page 198: “I make exactly the kind of songs I love. So when I listen to them, I dig the
hell out of them.” Thank God (with
a capital G, Doughty used the lower case g which comes with an explanation) he
is finally able to celebrate his music.
If you’re a Soul Coughing fan, don’t read this book. You
will be chastised for believing in the band.
Doughty is probably his own worst enemy. I’ve worked with
many musicians who had everything going for them: talent, creativity, people that believed in them and yet
sabotaged their career. Jen Trynin
is the first one who comes to mind.
(Her book, Everything I’m Cracked Up To Be is a ‘everyone is wrong but
me’ tome).
He’s not a team player. He doesn’t own up to his word. While on the road with Soul
Coughing on a package tour, Redman left to be replaced by the Black Eyed Peas,
who were unknown at the time.
Excerpt: He describes them
as “supergeeky and wanted every member of every other band they could round up
to join them for a big jam at the end of their set. I’d say ‘sure’ and then would find someplace else to be when
the time rolled around. These guys
are going nowhere I thought.”
He has a very high opinion of himself. Excerpt: “We were a relatively successful cult band, but I think that
had my bandmates chosen to let me be a bandleader, we could’ve been Led
Zeppelin.” Is there irony
here? If so, I didn’t catch it on
paper.
There were a few moments of levity. This was a favorite line
from the book.
Excerpt: “I spent one night in Bangkok before a holiday in Cambodia.”
The memoir was interesting when he was talking about others
such as the thinly disguised David Johansen who he meets through a twelve-step
program. David has been known to
stream the consciousness. He ends
one conversation with “Did I ever
tell you about the time I made Buddy Hackett cry?” I love Johansen.
The book is appropriately named. It’s what’s inside. If
you’re looking for stories of scoring drugs, living while on drugs and making
yourself and others miserable because you are taking drugs, this is your
book. Its not called The Book Of
Music so maybe I’m misguided in thinking it would have been about the music.
I met Doughty once at a Side One Christmas party. He told me he was in love with Tiffany Amber Thiessen, but had yet to meet her. I've met bass player Sebastian Steinberg. He has played with artists I've worked with. He is a talented musician and a nice guy.