Saturday, March 12, 2011

Book Review: My Dead Dad Was In ZZ Top

Ok, so, this is one I probably should have known in advance wasn't going to be for me.  See, I'm not much of a rock and roller.  It's true, Reader Friends, I am not as hard core as you might imagine.  But this book looked kind of like others I've enjoyed (The Smoking Gun stuff, the Onion, Museum of Bad Art, etc).  It's a collection of 100% real (fake) documents relating to the world of rock and roll - things like the set list from when Prince played at Steven Spielberg's daughter's bar mitvah ("When Doves Kvetch"). 

For whatever reason the book just didn't ever click with me.  My major problem was that I don't have the same sense of humor as the author.  I honestly found a lot of the "humor" offensive.  I mean maybe I should have seen it coming with the topic of the book and all, but body-function jokes just don't do it for me.  Super Prude starts to come out when I haven't even made it past the first page without a semen joke.  The parts that weren't offensive were also not realy all that funny either, so overall it gets a do not recommend from me. 

The publisher sent this one to me, so it's not one I want to resell, and I don't really want to host a giveaway for a book I found offensive, not funny, and crude.  So, because I also don't care to keep this one in my house, first person who comments that they want it can have it.  Maybe if you're a huge rock fan you'll get more out of it than I did?

1 comment:

  1. I'll take it. I can always pass it on to my husband if I don't like it. I'll send you my address.