I have never been Linda Ronstadt’s biggest fan, but her music was a part of the soundtrack of my life in the 1970s. I still think “Blue Bayou” is one of the most beautiful songs ever, and I loved her work with Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris. Also, I saw her at the Mountain Aire festival in Calaveras County in 1979 and was charmed by her stage presence. When I came across this book I was excited to find out more. Unfortunately it was a big disappointment. It’s described as a musical memoir, but it read more like a laundry list of random events. So many names were mentioned I couldn’t keep track, and it was almost devoid of context, background, or feeling. It was superficial and seemed to have been written in great haste. There were bizarre segues and little or no structure that I could discern. Lastly, and this is a small thing perhaps, but photographs were captioned thusly, “Me and Dolly Parton sitting on a swing.” Where was her editor?