It’s Keith Moon, dear boy! Heck, the 7th September marked another anniversary since Mr. Keith Moon, legendary drummer of The Who, got himself dead in 1978.
Throughout his life Mr. Moon (no relation to Frasier’s Daphne Moon) had a habit of detonating stuff and, generally, causing unbridled chaos. Always with a sense of humour, of course!
Dear Boy: The Life of Keith Moon
We brandish such sentiments on this blog violently and having read Tony Fletcher’s excellent 500 page, 200,000+ word biography on the man we now know more about him than you do. Fact!
Anyway, it was published back in 1998 just before the internet age. Back then journalists and writers had to dig deep and gather a vast amount of data.
This makes Dear Boy all the more a remarkable achievement given the effort thumped into it.
When one thinks of Keith Moon one invariably happens upon three notions: absolutely mad, brilliant drummer, very dead. You think of 1967 and Moon blowing his drum kit up.
Correct on all three parts, but Mr. Moon was an infinitely more complex beast than is made out.
Throughout the book his wit and intelligence is noted—although not academically gifted, Moon’s natural intelligence was evident in his sense of humour and, frankly, bizarre drumming style.
His career with The Who was wild and destructive, but his creative genius slammed into the band’s work and made it rise above everything else from the era.
The biography is notable in its absence of input from Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey, but Fletcher’s so stunningly thorough in his research this almost feels irrelevant.
Dear Boy is about much more than The Who, however, as it delves deep to examine Moon’s psyche and what forced him towards the drums, why he was such a manic individual, and what his demons were.
Sadly for Moon this was an era before he could have received the psychological help he needed, but the book does celebrate his brilliant life as much as his troubled antics.
So dig into the myths and legends to discover a wildly inventive man who, in a world of billions, was so stunningly unique he warranted a full 576 big double pages (we just double checked the full amount) in honour of his often deranged genius.
We even named our pet hamster after him! Have a gander—Keith the hamster. And, well, that’s when you know you’ve made it.
Tony Fletcher Endorsement
Thank you! That’s an entertaining review. https://t.co/F412pYGG8B
— Tony Fletcher (@tonyfletcher) September 10, 2015
This is purely for showing off purposes, but Dear Boy’s writer endorsed our review. Thank you, Tony Fletcher!
This is now, officially, the most powerful Dear Boy review on the internet. Huzzah!