You won't believe that someone who has seen and done so much - because by any standard Pete Townshend has lived an incredibly full life - could possibly be so credulous and naïve as he so often is in this book. Personally as a music nut and Who fan I could have stood for a bit more about the band and the songs in preference to his romantic (mis)adventures and the peregrinations and preoccupations of his personal life - a bit less Meher Baba and a bit more Baba O' Riley, if you will.The acknowledgements refer to it having been whittled down from a thousand pages to less than half as many, and sometimes you can see the joins: in the 1980s Kenney Jones is The Who's drummer, then later he isn't (with no mention of him leaving or having been dismissed) and Zak Starkey - whose only previous mention is drunk, at a party, is (with no mention of how he joined/was hired). These shortcomings notwithstanding, it's an interesting read and I enjoyed it; however it will do nothing to challenge the received wisdom that Keith Richards' Life is the best extant example of the genre. (Personally I preferred David Lee Roth's Crazy From The Heat.)