I was excited when I heard that Elvis Costello had penned an autobiography, Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink (2015) since I feel he is one of the lyricist in rock and one of my favorite artists. It is full of well worded mediation on his exploits, influences, and life. It isn't a linear memoir, Costello jumps around the time line in different chapters. I can't say there was anything particularly revealing about his memoir, but it gave me newfound respect for the breadth of his music appreciation and knowledge. I did find some things a bit odd-there's very little about his 18 marriage ot Cait O'Riordan formerly of The Pogues nor his mother whom he lived with from 10 to 17. His father, a musician of some note, is a towering figure is unsurprisingly in the forefront of these remembrances. I suppose it was an effort not relive fresh wounds in relation to his marriages and infidelities which are hinted at rather than exposed. There are no excuses for the incident where he gets in an argument with the Stephen Stills band and says some racist things about black American singers. It's so oblique that if you weren't previously aware of it you wouldn't really know what he was talking about. He also glosses over the Saturday Night change up where they stop in mid song and play the angry "Radio Radio." Throughout the book there are novelization of memories that I found were less than engaging-it was if his rejected novel found a way into his memoir, who knows perhaps other found them enlightening and impressionistic. I would rather had more forthright musings on the things he cherished and regretted, than these fictionalized musings. But overall, a fascinating look at a very talented and eclectic musician.