This is the loving and well-told tale of one man's plunge into the world of rock 'n' roll and all that entailed. Weissberg was enthralled with music from the time he was seven years old and turning the dial on his first transistor radio. At an early age, he would stand in line waiting to see Otis Redding then be devastated on learning that the singer had died in a plane crash. Traveling to England for school, he saw the Rolling Stones perform their historic Hyde Park show, which was meant to introduce new guitar player Mick Taylor [original guitarist Brian Jones had been found dead at the bottom of a swimming pool some months earlier]. A short time later, he was swimming in the mud at the Woodstock Music Festival in upstate New York.

Along the way, he hung out with James Brown, broke bread with Leonard Cohen, and did the money shuffle with Aretha Franklin. Weissberg chronicles the changing landscape of music--morphing from organic to outgrown--as a concert producer and the escalating price of tickets and the outrageous fees demanded by artists.

He was a radio deejay, journalist and rock 'n' roll singer, and his experiences in each field delightfully fill up these pages. Somehow Weissberg survived the madness, but you just know he'd do it all over again given half a chance.