Rod by Rod Stewart


Rod: The Autobiography is surprisingly good. It’s written in the first person and has a natural conversational tone. The book seems complete. Stewart talks about himself, his family, his friends, his teammates and fellow musicians. Illustrating each in a series of funny and informative anecdotes. In addition to coming across as charmingly, Stewart is also self-deprecating he’s not afraid of confessing his bad behavior, especially regarding the women in his life. Living through the Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll of the 1970s, Stewart has come through with flying colors. He seems to have lived a charmed life. One he shares in this warm friendly book.

400 pages

Excerpts From My Kindle

In those periods when I was unemployed, my dad couldn’t see why I shouldn’t help him out. I would get shaken awake at six in the morning – not something which has ever gone down well with a teenager – and stumble blearily into the shop to sort papers into rounds with the other paper boys, who were, without exception, nine- or ten-year-old kids and (also without exception) cheeky sods. Here was humiliation more extreme than anything reality television has yet dreamed of. – location 352-55

I started buying the Daily Worker, the extreme socialist newspaper, just to annoy other people who weren’t extreme socialists. At lunchtime, at places where I worked, I would take it out and open it up noisily, giving the pages a decent rustle, and then sit there behind it. I didn’t have the first clue what I was reading about, but I thought it produced the right effect. – location 442-44

I prefer to remember what my dad used to tell me. He always said, ‘To be properly contented, son, a man needs three things: a job, a sport and a hobby.’ So, in my case… Job: singer. Sport: football. Hobby: model railroading. Loud and proud. – location 1075-78

But these things happen and, as the old expression has it, if you’re not at the fair, you can’t win a coconut. – location 2701-2

I first set eyes on Rachel Hunter in a commercial she made for a fitness video, Sports Illustrated’s Super Shape-Up. The advertisement was being heavily rotated on US television in the summer of 1990, and if it’s possible to become addicted to a two-minute infomercial with a synth-driven backing track, then I was an addict. Life had to stop whenever it came on. The ad also starred Elle Macpherson and Cheryl Tiegs, but the one who caught my attention was the girl in the metallic Lycra with the gorgeous shock of curls who preached the virtues of ‘body-sculpting’, which, the voice-over suggested, was a good way to ‘tighten up those frustrating areas that won’t go away’. I thought I had seen a goddess. – location 4135-40

Thus my voice managed to recover and the cancellations tapered off. It’s no exaggeration to say that I owe my career to the invention of the in-ear monitor. Without it, I would have been finished as a live performer twenty years ago – probably after one final, tragic gig in a three-quarters-empty sports hall in Cologne, babbling incoherently to a vision of my mum in her kitchen. – location 4346-48

I’m so proud of them: Sarah, Kimberly, Sean, Ruby, Renee, Liam, Alastair and Aiden, the last (I can confidently state) of my children. – location 4857-58

The last album I had released – Human, in 2001 – had sold poorly. Alarmingly poorly. It had seemed to go down about as well as a verruca plaster in a swimming pool. – location 4912-13


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