If you enjoy reading about the Meat Puppets, but you’re tired of my words, then you’re going to love Greg Prato’s new book. “Too High To Die: Meet The Meat Puppets,” is four hundred pages of oral history, enough for even the most rabid meathead. Don’t worry, you’ll find plenty of my words in there, along with those of the brothers Meat, their friends, their family, fellow travelers, and some of the author’s friends too.
I could quibble with some of the facts. There are places where memory fails the speaker (never my memory, of course), or where the correct course of events is garbled in the speaker’s haste to make a point (never my haste, of course), but what’s the use of splitting hairs? People seem to like these oral histories. Besides, it’s pretty much the journalistic norm these days to quote verbatim and dispense with fact checking altogether. Just ask the Washington press corps. Either way, Greg gets the broad outlines right and delivers a compelling narrative in the process.
I read through this thing as fast as I could, the better to quickly dispense with my distant past and get back to the business at hand. But as I moved from the early triumphs to the long slog in the middle and finally the epic horrors near the end, what struck me was how much I’ve retained of all I learned from my first career, and how much my present experience colors my view of the past. Obvious I suppose, but Greg’s retrospective just helps bring everything just that much more full circle. Well done, sir.
And here’s the best part: the next time I get into a disagreement with someone, I have a new trump card: “so, where’s YOUR band’s bio??”