Mark Mason

Rock solid

issue 15 December 2012

Rod Stewart once tried to convince his mother that he had made a lot of money, and wanted to buy her a really big Christmas present. After much thought, she chose a new bread bin.

Feet that stay on the ground are obviously a family trait. Rod: The Autobiography (Century, £20) is excellent, like listening to the guy in the pub who became a rock star but still drinks at the local.

You don’t sell 200 million records without knowing how to connect with people, and Stewart does that just as well on the page as in his songs. The young singer sets his hair with sugar dissolved in water. He and Ronnie Wood hide behind a pot plant to escape the amorous intentions of Janis Joplin.

By the age of 25 he has seen three drummers fall backwards off the stage: ‘I was beginning to think it was me.’ Banned from every Holiday Inn in the world, the Faces check in as Fleetwood Mac: ‘There is always a way round these things.’

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