I've never been all that much of a Wilco fan, but this book came with a big reputation, and I do like music memoirs. I wasn't disappointed, in fact, this is one of the best music memoirs I've read, and you don't need to know anything about Wilco (or Uncle Tupelo, his previous band) to enjoy it. He grew up in Illinois, and still lives in Chicago. He was, by some years, the youngest in his family, so he grew up almost an only child. It was a tough, gritty, working class life, and he soon found music was a way out of that kind of life. Success or otherwise hung in the balance for many years, due to 'musical differences', personal differences, and substance abuse. These are classic tropes in a music memoir, but Tweedy writes about all of them with a great deal of good hearted, self deprecating humour. The memoir is also extremely moving, and he writes about the death of his parents, falling in love, having children etc with huge passion. A brilliant memoir.