Hitman
This entry was posted on 4/4/2009 1:20 PM and is filed under Books.
I just finished reading Hitman, David Foster's autobiography.
Who?
David Foster. He's a music producer. His book came out last Christmas so I bought it for Jay. I found it in the bathroom magazine basket when I finished the last of the Sunday Times crossword puzzles in the book I got for Christmas.
"Hey!" I said to Jay "I'm reading that David Foster book."
"Who?" he said.
"The music producer. I gave you his book for Christmas."
"Oh yeah. I didn't like it. He's too full of himself."
"It's an autobiography. The guy's won fifteen grammy's."
"Oh, that guy. Yeah, I liked it."
Right. He didn't read it.
I liked it. It's a quick read and it's full of fun stories. One of my favorites was when he described getting his socks knocked off by some little girl sing in a tent in the rain. Her name was Celine Dion. I laughed out loud when he described being in the home of a rock legend whose living room held only a ratty old sofa and two original Picassos.
Foster's been divorced three times. He's got five daughters by three different women. His third wife had been married to Bruce Jenner when she bagan an affair with Foster. He writes that he never understood why Wife #3 always felt threatened by Wives #1 and 2. Really, Dave? Can't figure out why an adulteress would feel threatened by the living proof that you set women aside after swearing to love them forever? You may have perfect pitch, but you're just not that bright, are you Dave?
As I said, I liked it. He seems like an okay guy. Even during his days as a session musician in the hard rockin' seventies, his drug of choice was chocolate chip cookies and milk. How can you not admire a guy like that? Just don't marry him.
And get this- David Foster's youngest sister is Clay Aiken's Baby Mama!
