Get In The Van by Henry Rollins
I really wanted to love this book. However it took me over a month to get through it. It’s not that it’s bad or poorly written, it’s more that it’s painful to read. I’ve never had depression or crippling social anxiety. Rollins apparently did, all while trying to tour the county and sometimes the world as the lead singer for Black Flag. It’s not so much a tour diary as a personal diary, and Rollins was not a happy camper, even though he had what to outsiders looked like a dream job. He was lead singer for one of the most influential punk bands around. I don’t know whether to recommend this book or not.