A Mom at 17, a Brill Building genius around the same time and the wrioting of Tapestry in her twenties, Carole King's memoirs have just been released and should be fascinating in their tedium.
Call me crazy, but how can James Taylor's got a friender have been so resolutely straight. The party pooper in L.A.'s drug infested Laurel Canyon rock and roll party, she retreated to Idaho. IDAHO??? With three kids?? That should make for some intensely weird reading but who am I to judge even if I would be the guy unconscious in the swimming pool if I'd had been her.
I plan on reading it as soon as I finish the Lennon bio I have been working on for months on end! Though not sure I am going to like it, perhaps because I can't understand how King can be as sweet as she appears to be.
King has always been around from "Up On The Roof" for around twenty years straight and then the music still stayed around either because these hits are a constant part of our background. If you are of a certain age and temperament you might find "Sweet Season" as a soundtrack as years turn into decades.
As Jim Farber notes in his Daily News review of the memoir, that gentleness is a hallmark of her melodic gift… Just like a sailboat sailing over the sea.