Elvis Presley’s granddaughter Riley Keogh is an uberbabe. I first heard of her a few months ago when I first heard of an upcoming show she is to star in on Amazon Prime Video: Daisy Jones and the Six. She plays the eponymous character.
Daisy Jones and the Six sounded to me like it is all about a lead singer and her band, with all the sex, drugs and rock n’ roll of the 1970s. That in itself made it an appealing story to look forward to watching, when it finally does come out (hopefully soon). You would hope as well that the song writers on the series make the music really good, as that would add to the enjoyment greatly.
But I decided not to wait for the streaming TV show, and went out and bought a copy of the novel the show is based on a few months ago.
And, like the 80 or so books on my coffee table, it has been gathering some dust lately (I have an 8 year backlog of books to get through, and I buy at least 3 books for every book I actually finish).
Until last night. Realising that the battery on my iPad was running low, I decided to plug it in the charger and pick out a book to read. I don’t do that as much as I used to do anymore, given I can either stream on demand from Amazon Prime, Stan, Netflix, Apple, or Disney (spoilt for choice, no?), or fiddle around with my iPhone when bored.
So I started reading Daisy Jones and the Six. Much as the cover says that it is the sort of book you will stay up all night reading, I do not have that sort of stamina. I lay on the couch much of the day (it has been raining since before sunrise) listening to the rain and reading.
And no book is ever quite what you expect it to be from before you open it. For this one, my first impression is to say WOW! The narrative is not in the first person or third person, it is in the multi-person, in the form of interviews, decades after their break up in 1979, with the various members of the band, rock journos, producers and managers, friends and family.
From the prehistory of the act, when Daisy Jones is just Daisy Jones, gifted and beautiful child of neglectful but prosperous parents, and The Six are still just the two Dunne brothers arguing over who is to play their deadbeat dad’s guitar, the separate voices of the various interviews cut in and out into a mostly coherent narrative of the rise of two different rock acts, which then coalesce into the one story of the creation of a classic rock album and the tour which saw that act’s dialectically inevitable implosion.
There is love, loathing, longing, doubt, denial, drugs, hedonism, regret, anger and so much raw emotion that the narrative channels into the creation of their great album and implosion.
And of course, Sex, Drugs and Rock N’ Roll. But all unpacked and explained in a way which makes you think that perhaps people like Jimmy Page and Robert Plant had a lot more to them at the time they were throwing TVs out of hotel rooms than you might think.