"There is a purity to John Lurie's writing that feels almost spiritual–the stories unspool from him, seemingly effortlessly, with the fluidity of a great jazz player. Lurie has lived many lives–'More than once I have witnessed the inexplicable, ' he tells us–and this book moves us through them all."
–Nick Flynn, author of Another Bullshit Night in Suck City "No other human's strange struggles and triumphs are like this. I was transfixed reading Lurie's yearning to make sense of it all, slamming his fist through the precious veneer of the early eighties New York art/music scene. Yeeeooooow."
–Flea, author of Acid for the Children
"Look behind John Lurie's adventure so far and see how it flows from epiphanies: their arrival, their loss, the very possibility of them. Epiphanies consign an artist to life as a hunter-mystic, in a world where the impeccable and the tawdry are equally sacred–a hell of a place, and it's from here that Lurie's candor throws us epiphanies to take away. This is not a book headed for bookshelves; it's coming to crash on your couch."
–DBC Pierre, author of Vernon God Little, winner of the Booker Prize "By turns comic, pissed off, and desolate, his raffish picaresque captures everything. . . . The result is an energetic, raucous reprise of an adventurously offbeat life."
–Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Lurie proves to . . . be a wry, sly, furious, and vivid storyteller. His raucously frank, sardonic, sex-saturated, compulsively detailed, and hard-charging memoir is incandescent with illuminations of his musical mission, including his film scores, his friendship with Jean-Michel Basquiat, and his conflicts with Jim Jarmusch. . . . Lurie leaves readers wanting more."
–Booklist
