Jah Wobble, you recall, played bass in Public Image Limited (which had a briefer existence than I realized) and later worked on a lot of world music projects. His autobiography begins with his parents and runs through his childhood in a series of council flats in London, leading to music and epic bouts of drinking ridiculously and stopping that and working for the subway and then making more music. That's the short version, and of course you'd want that fleshed out a bit. This book, however, worries a little too much over lists of people and places whereas I prefer stories, anecdotes. I did appreciate his use of italics to set aside philosophical ramblings, because those were fun to read. The conversational style of writing dragged on me a bit, plus I had to use Urban Dictionary a couple of times to figure out what he was saying. Unless you're a fan I don't think this book will do much for you.