I Ran With The Gang

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A nostalgic read that takes the reader right back to the beginning. From the early days, the struggles and line-up changes before they became the band that had teenage hearts pounding worldwide right the way through to the latest attempts to get back together.

The non-stop touring, the madness,  the drugs, the arguments, the depression 'I Ran With The Gang' isn't a 'dishing the dirt tell-all', its an account by someone who was there from the start.  This book has a tone of sincerity about it,  they were ripped off, they made some bad decisions and Alan wasn't ashamed to admit that they weren't perfect. His account as told to the author, Martin Knight .comes across with honesty and an endearing ability to laugh at himself.

One quote really struck me, later on in the book when he spoke of tensions between the band 
"But of course, we are the Bay City Rollers and when we see a good thing we know how to ruin it"

I loved this book,  it brought back memories. What they did was incredible, a whole generation of teenagers fell in love with them and their music. That loyalty still lives on and those fans still support them to this day

♫♫ The band began to play
And we'd begin to sway, remember ♫♫
Oh we remember alright, a whole generation of us will never forget!

Thank you to the publisher Luath Press and NetGalley for the review copy, all opinions expressed are entirely my own.
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Looking for Roller revelations? Best keep looking. Alan Longmuir was one of the founding members of the Bay City Rollers, playing bass with younger brother Derek playing drums but here’s not just a shortage of kiss here, there’s not much tell either.

Longmuir sets out his stall at the start of the book - “I will not be dishing dirt, speculating, commenting or making any shocking revelations about the personal lives about any of my band colleagues. What happened or didn’t happen is their business and not for me to judge”.  Not only has any debauchery been airbrushed out, there’s a general lack of substance, suggesting that Longmuir wanted to make money (nothing wrong with that), as easily as possible, leaving boats unrocked.

The early days of hard graft on the Scottish “chicken in a basket” circuit, building a fan base, hoping for the big time are an entertaining read. Unfortunately, once the Rollers become a teenage tartan cult and “Rollermania” becomes a thing, all the spectacular somehow becomes pedestrian. We learn almost nothing about the other band members – towards the end Longmuir makes reference to Stuart Wood having issues with him but without any further comment as to why. Longmuir explains how his role became that of peace maker in the group, and how wearing that was, but gives no examples of the type of conflict he faced.

He does address the issue of the Rollers being barely present on their first two albums, something that was routinely cited by critics as evidence of their musical irrelevance. His resentment at the suggestion that this meant that they were poor musicians is obvious. He makes clear that the years of live work the Rollers put in before they hit the big time are testimony to just the opposite. They had no studio experience and so it was quicker and cheaper to hire session guys. Fair enough. But in suggesting the Rollers were judged more harshly than other bands his argument falters. Citing Billy Preston’s contribution to The Beatles as evidence rather misses the point that the Beatles drafted in a keyboard player, not had Ringo’s drums and Paul’s bass played by ringers. That said, Longmuir position is reasonably stated – which is more that can be said for co-writer Martin Knight’s histrionic introduction, which paints the Rollers as victims “intense musical snobbery” and “cultural bullying”. Apparently, people only owned “Tarkus” as a fashion statement and secretly listened to “Tiger Feet”. Resented for their appeal to millions of teenage girls? Yes, clearly. Unappreciated musical geniuses? Hardly.

Longmuir digs deeper – in part - when discussing late manager Tam Paton.  Paton’s manipulation of the band’s image and finances are a recurring theme and Longmuir gives numerous examples of Paton’s duplicity, Longmuir had suspicions, but didn’t know how to do anything about it. His reticence returns when considering Paton’s sexuality, and although he mentions that Paton made advances to him once – he told Paton firmly where to go and was never bothered again. But there’s no reference to the allegations (unproven and never tried in court) made by former Rollers Pat McGlynn and Les McKeown that Paton assaulted them. In a similar vein Paton’s introduction of the band to Jonathan King and Chris Denning garners just a throwaway line about being relieved to read in King’s autobiography that the King didn’t fancy them Longmuir offers no other comment, and no reflections on being the sort of eye candy that Paton obviously liked to use them as.

His later life is set out at considerable pace. Marriages come and go as do heart attacks and even homelessness. We get an insight to his financial hardship and the pleasure he took in getting back to the simple things in life – the outdoors, his mates in the pub. He comes across as a down to earth, stoical guy who having been briefly sprinkled in stardust came to really appreciate friends and family having otherwise been treated very badly by the music business.  Sadly, Longmuir died aged 70 just before the book was published. This may have been the book he wanted to write, but I can’t help but think that a lot of the story remains untold.
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I Ran With The Gang:My Life In & Out of the Bay City Rollers 
by Alan Longmuir & Martin Knight 
2018 
Luath Press, Edinburgh 
4.5 / 5
  
Alan Longmuirś autobiography shares the best and worst experiences he had on his rise to stardom with the 70ś band, Bay City Rollers. Alanś kindness and humble nature shine through, his approach to life with humor and light is refreshing. All he was put through, he never became bitter or vindictive,
Well-written and informative, this is an insiders look into the heart and soul of a pop sensation. Unfortunately, Alan passed away before this could be published. 
Amusing and introspective, I recommend this.
Thanks to Luath Press and the authors for sharing this e-book ARC for review. 
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I was a fan of the Bay City Rollers when I was a teen. I still love to listen to their songs. This memoir from Alan Longmuir was a nice stroll back through time. As he states at the beginning "he is not dishing dirt" on darker days of the band and other members. Reading it made me feel like Alan was telling you stories in person. It is too bad that he isn't here to see the book published. Thank you Netgalley and Luath Press for allowing me to read it.
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"This book is the story of my life as I best remember it, in and out of the Bay City Rollers. I will not be dishing dirt, speculating, commenting or making any shocking revelations about the personal lives of any of my band colleagues. What happened or didn’t happen to them is their business and not for me to state or judge. They can, have and might write their own accounts. In this book I will willingly invade my own privacy, but not theirs."

Alan Longmuir has written a fascinating autobiography. He formed the Bay City Rollers back in the 60s in Scotland (initially called The Saxons), and in the mid-70s the band rocketed to international stardom with a string of hits. They sold over 100 million records and performed sold out concerts to screaming fans. They became teen idols. They had their own TV shows. They caused riots and pandemonium not seen since The Beatles. "Rollermania" spread from Scotland to England to the US to Canada to Australia to Japan. With their trademark tartan outfits and clean good looks, they were on top of the world.

But all good things come to an end. The non-stop touring and performing took a huge toll on the band. Their manager, Tam Paton, micromanaged not only their careers but their personal lives. He was a slave driver, both working the boys hard and secretly taking all their money. With so much hysteria surrounding them it was perhaps natural that a crash would come, but public opinion turned against them in a vicious way. And when Paton was later convicted of molesting young boys, it further tarnished the band's reputation.

"Tam Paton casts a malevolent shadow over this book. I wanted to keep him out of it, but it has proved impossible. I hope I have kept the bastard at bay, at least. I am sure that more will come out on Tam and that his depravity ran deeper than we currently know. When people ask me for my opinion on him I often say he was a good man, gone bad."

I could hardly put the book down. Longmuir comes across as genuine and an honestly nice guy. He tells his story as if you're sitting next to him in a bar (with plenty of his Scottish brogue). He soundly dispels the claims that they couldn't sing or play their own instruments, that they were merely pretty faces or were all hype and manufactured image. He has high praise for his bandmates and doesn't let Paton off the hook for his dishonesty. And the fact that he passed away just before the book came out adds to the poignancy of his story.

For years I've been embarrassed to admit I was a fan of the Rollers. Granted, I was only 9 or 10 years old at the time, but as near as I could tell not many fans were boys. I was introduced to the music by a couple of slightly older girls who lived around the corner from me and whose bedroom walls were covered by their pictures. Me? I loved the music, but I couldn't help being awed by the outsize FAME the Rollers had. When they disappeared I moved on to new wave, but I'm still impressed with how good the music is. "Bye Bye Baby," "Saturday Night," "Rock 'n' Roll Love Letter," "Too Young To Rock and Roll," "Summerlove Sensation," "Yesterday's Hero" and on and on and on! It's happy music - sometimes pop, sometimes rock, sometimes a little disco - and putting my BCR playlist on and watching videos of them on YouTube while reading this book was a pleasant memory lane trip.

"I’m only guessing, but I think we remind many fans of happier times. When they were free, life was easy and a mad adventure of discovery. I think it reminds them of mums and dads perhaps no longer here, friends that have flown, the pleasure and the pain of adolescence and when they come face to face with one of us it’s like a key unlocking all those emotions."

*Many thanks to Luath Press and NetGalley for a digital ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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I didn't really expect this to be a deep and rewarding study of life in the maelstrom of teeny-bop adulation and I was right.  It's sad that Alan Longmuir is no longer with us and he does come over as the humble and honest man that co-writer Martin Knight suggests but I suspect that there is another dimension to the band's story and relationship with manager Tam Paton that might have made for a more interesting read. It is far from the worst music biography that I have encountered and parts of it do reveal the interesting shabby reality behind the band's unimaginable global success. Longmuir was there for the whole journey, from toilet dressing rooms in village ballrooms to weekly television shows and number-one hits. By the time fame arrived Longmuir was a little older and wiser than some of his bandmates and his insight into the flimsy nature of it all is valuable. Yet the reader will feel disappointed that the darker side of the story remains untold.
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When I was a teenager I was a big Bay City Rollers fan.  I loved all the guys but Eric was my favorite.  This autobiography of Alan Longmuir was so interesting.  I read and when he mentioned a song I went online and listened to the song.  There was so many facts that were so interesting, like how they had to reduce their ages so fans would think they were younger  And it was so hard for them to get to number one and then to continue to be so was a lot of hard work. 
Enjoyed so much and it brought back a lot of memories.
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This was a really good trip down memory lane. I remember the Bay City Rollers. I remember that era in the 1970s. It was great to be able to read about it and be reminded of it. It was also great to read about the arguments behind the scenes and the search for the missing money. There have been so many rumours over the years. It was good to read Alan's point of view and memories as to what happened. 

Thank you to Netgalley for my copy.
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As a child I used to run around in my baseball boots with tartan scarves tied to each wrist, belting out songs from The Bay City Rollers, so when I saw that Alan had his memoirs "out there'' I just knew I needed to read this book by one of my childhood heroes.
It is a very good book and insight of behind the scenes of the band. Well written and a must for any Rollers fan
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This a must for any Bay City Rollers fans. I enjoyed the trip back to my teenage years. Alan seemed to be a humble, kind man. The book was well written. No scandals or infighting, how refreshing! I always hate to know when a favorite band tells all and we find out they hated one another. 

I received an advance copy of this book from the Publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open, honest review.
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Alan Longmuir was very likable and this was a very readable musician memoir.  It's not a raunchy one, either, but there is a morality matter that keeps me from rating it higher. The man who managed the Bay City Rollers and pushed them up to stardom was a pervert who preyed on underage boys. Alan Longmuir claimed he knew nothing about that, even though there were some obvious signs. He ultimately saw his manager as a good guy gone bad. Well, no, if he sexually abused boys, he was a bad guy, period.   Mr. Longmuir's own brother, who was a member of the group, would later in life be convicted of possessing child pornography. He proposes his brother was not guilty, and even pointed out that his brother had become a nurse after leaving the group, as if that meant there was no way he could be guilty. This was all very disturbing and made me wonder if Alan Longmuir actually knew a lot more about those two matters than he stated.
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Sad story I've read or heard about too many times. I wasn't a fan, but recall hearing about the band way back in my teens. Never heard any of their music either. Was it played on FM radio?? Maybe it was a AM thing. Ah, well.. I saw this on Netgalley and as I find reading rock stars autobios intriguing, downloaded this one.  It's actually better than many I've read. It made sense and didn't ramble around drunkenly or sound like it was written by some arrogant pinhead. Maybe publishers, editors should have second thoughts before asking these folks to write their memoirs. Most aren't worth reading.  Especially the top tier rock stars- lots of hot air there.... Anyway, Alan Longmuir seems like he was a nice level headed gentleman , who pretty much got screwed. It is an interesting story to read about he formed the BCR and their life while the band lasted and it's aftermath. Actually felt bad for them being ripped off so badly by management. Sad , but frequent story. Sad, too that he died before the book was released.
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Alan Longmuir’s autobiography dealing with his life and his time in the seminal boy band, The Bay City Rollers is an interesting novel that chronicles the good and bad of pop stardom and its many pitfalls.

Longmuir is a person that everyone states as lovely and very kind and it is very evident in his autobiography.  He doesn’t really dish any dirt but looks at his time through a kind hearted veneer that shows how much of a credit he is as a human beyond anything else.  He is very humble and seems surprised of his success.  He considers himself a plumber in the first instance and a pop sensation as the later.  His views of the world are innocent but he is never truly naïve.  He comes across as the glue that held things together and unfortunately, it seems that he was highly taken advantage of but he is never bitter.  

The book is very informative and gives an insider view on the birth of a pop sensation and its eventual demise.  It also gives the financial implications of how the world assumes that the pop star becomes wealthy but the reality is far from the truth.  The story is very well documented and although I am vaguely aware of the group, I grew up in America and remember their two hits Saturday Night and I Only Want To Be With You and their NBC Saturday morning show, I really had no idea of the enormity of the group around the world or how big they were here in the UK.  

It is also interesting how a new respect comes to a pop group long after their demise, hell look at Abba, once lambasted by the music press but now considered one of the best.  It seems that music press tend to praise the pretentions of music but it are the ones that they do not praise that stand the test of time.

Sadly, Longmuir passed away before the release of the book and there is a loving epilogue added with Longmuir’s funeral.  There is also an added bonus of people mentioned in the book and where they are now or if they passed on, how and when which is a really nice touch.  It is sad that Longmuir was unable to see the release of this book but he left behind an excellent legacy to show you how special he really was.  

Overall, this is a must read for anyone interested in 70’s pop and to read that not everyone involved in the music industry is horrible.  Longmuir is pure class who gives you an inside look without trashing people to make a quick book.  Elegantly written and a credit to the memory of a man who will forever live in the chronicles of pop music.  A definite must read.
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The life and times of the oldest Roller.

Free from salacious gossip about inter-band personalities and rivalries, frankly that level of detail IS all there is to the Rollers' story, and the narrative is all the poorer for its omission.

Just not that good a read
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For a few years in the mid-1970s, the Scottish boy band the Bay City Rollers were all the rage among teenage girls the world over. Plumber turned rock star turned plumber again Alan Longmuir (1948-2018) remembers the rise and fall of the band he founded in this serviceable memoir. Readers expecting juicy gossip won't find it here; early in the book Longmuir states that his goal is not to dish about his band mates, but to relate the band's story as dispassionately as possible. Not that he can avoid all hints of scandal; despite their squeaky-clean image, the stress of touring and performing led Longmuir into depression and heavy drinking. Money troubles and lawsuits brought about by the band's dishonest management added to his woes. Longmuir comes across as a fundamentally likable guy, who tried his best to be creative and grow musically despite the strictures placed on him by the band's manager and record companies. Recommended for readers who remember the Rollers fondly.

Please note that I received an electronic copy of this book to review from NetGalley, but I was not financially compensated in any way. The opinions expressed are my own and are based on my observations while reading this book.
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Following the recent passing of the author I was interested in reading this.
I wasn't a die-hard BCR fan but I did like a lot of their music.
I did like Alan Longmuir he always seemed the quiet one he took everything seriously.

The thing I liked most about the book was it was everything the happened as seen by him from his viewpoint.
It was really emotive of the 70's with glam rock and how the Rollers played side by side with these bands.
It was so good to see that there was no backstabbing of the others and no dirty laundry aired.
It was just a story of a young guy from Scotland who after years of jobbing with their bands founded a group that took over the world and was a huge part of the fabric of the 70's.

I really enjoyed it.
It was lovely to read an autobiography which isn't a tell-all book.
He took everything that happened and told it as it was.

If you were a child of the 70's this book will bring back memories of that time.
And you could always read it with a tartan scarf tied round your wrist !!!
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By the mid 1970’s, The Bay City Rollers, a five member pop- rock band from Edinburgh Scotland, had reached phenomenal world- wide success. Around the globe, their concerts were attended by thousands of hysterical screaming teenage girls— “Rollermania” was easily compared to “Beatlemania” which occurred just a decade before. “I Ran With The Gang: My Life In and Out of the Bay City Rollers” (2018) was written by founding member Alan Longmuir with sports writer and novelist Martin Knight. The book shares his true inside story of the rise and fall of this incredible boy band. A brief fascinating history of rock music is included in prelude.

Inspired by the Beatles, Alan Longmuir wanted to form a similar rock band; he was a left-hand bassist like Paul McCartney, his brother Derrick could play the drums like Ringo Starr. Over time, various young musicians would circulate through the BCR, the most popular “classic” five member line-up was: brothers Alan and Derrek Longmuir, Les McKeown, Eric Faulkner and Stewart “Woody” Wood.
BCR manager Tam Paton immediately saw the potential and appeal of the band and began local bookings that quickly branched out to other countries including the U.K. Tam had several influential music production connections helped the BCR get a great start. Paton insisted on total control and that the BCR remain without girlfriends to increase their appeal with their teen girl fan base. The BCR were forced to maintain a wholesome image; and weren’t allowed to participate in the drink/drug party scene similar to their peers in other bands. While this was a good marketing strategy for their fan base, it wasn’t very realistic. The press began to speculate about Paton’s homosexuality and interest in young boys. Paton also brought in experienced studio musicians for recording sessions, which led to untrue accusations that BCR members didn’t play their own instruments. With the negative press, the grueling demands of constant touring, and the lack of support for BCR having their own music featured both on stage and records-- tension, trouble, and creative differences increased. In addition, the BCR were acutely aware that they were not receiving the income they were rightfully entitled too, and were burnt out by the constant grueling over-work and touring schedule that benefited and raised millions for music management and production companies.

Alan was the first to leave the band, and return to his Edinburgh estate in Dollar. In the late 1970’s, he was called to mediate a BCR reunion tour in Switzerland, which went well. However, by the time the BCR arrived to perform at the Budokan, a Tokyo “premiere venue,” some band members were unhappy and fighting. Paton was finally dismissed, unable to handle his job duties. 
Alan was candid about his slide into despair and depression after leaving the band, an unsuccessful attempt to run a hospitality business, his marriage that ended in divorce. Alan related his story without the edge of bitterness, and regained a deep satisfaction with life after he remarried-- eventually contacting Knight to write his story. Sadly, Alan passed away suddenly before this book was published, and Knight wrote that he will always be grateful for the privilege to know Alan Longmuir and share his extraordinary life story with the Bay City Rollers. ** With thanks and appreciation to Luath Press Limited (Edinburgh) via NetGalley for the DDC for the purpose of review.
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I loved the Rollers. I'd head down to the local music 🎶store and buy 16 and Tigerbeat magazines. On my bedroom walls were poster's of B.C.R., Mostly Eric! Or Andy Gibb. Eric Faulkner was my dream, also Andy Gibb! Can't leave Andy out, because they were the only two who fought for space on my walls. I was a bit disappointed when Alan stated from the get go that he wasn't going to be dishing the dirt. Truth is, had I known, I wouldn't have read this book at all. See Alan, for me, was the old dude. I ignored him and his brother Derek completely. Alan was old, and Derek was too blonde! Yeah, I know, but besides Andy Gibb, I've never liked blondes. It's just a thing. After reading this book, I'm quite a bit more thankful to both Alan and his brother for starting this awesome band. I don't know or really care about some people's feelings about B.C.R. music. I was in 7th grade, and 12 years old when I took notice of them. Jeezum crow! That's hormones raging! Shit fuzzy! Man, I'm glad that shits done with! Damn, their love songs broke my heart. Hell, they still break my heart. Still, I'm not surprised that people as young as these guy's got screwed out of their money. Young and trusting. I get that! What is strange to me is the fact that they let a manager control what they said, did and acted. I'm 55, but I've had one rule in my life, especially since I left home...way back in the 1980's. "Don't tell me what to do! " So I can't imagine being a huge band, and letting someone control me. It boggles the mind. Their manager was a turd. Would I recommend this book? No. It's not essential b.c.r. reading. Yes, I realize that Alan passed in July, but I'm not sentimental. My thanks to Martin Knight and Netgalley.
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I was the only 4-year old Beatles fan in my neighborhood in 1967, during the "Summer of Love". My brother was four years older than me, so because of him I grew up on them. They were just a part of me. However, when I was 13 and in the eighth grade in 1976, I was swept away by a pop band all on my own...The Bay City Rollers! They came from Edinburgh Scotland, had cute accents, and their lead guitarist Eric Faulkner had me totally smitten with his dazzling blue eyes and long dark lashes. Just the thought of him still makes me sigh! Their music was melodic with a lot of production, just the way I loved it. Even my parents liked their music. They were wholesome, harmless, and I was seriously crushing on Eric. I sat on my front porch that summer with my two friends next door, and played their first two albums "Bay City Rollers" and "Rock and Roll Love Letter" on a small portable record player. We knew every lyric and enthusiastically sang along...over and over again. My parents bought me a plaid bedspread for my room and I decorated my four walls with all their posters. When I first attended high school I wore a Bay City Rollers tee shirt and made a new best friend who also loved The Rollers. Her favorite was the lead singer, Les McKeown. We frequented the local newspaper store looking for new teen magazines such as 16 Magazine and Tiger Beat, that would be chock full of new color photos, pull-out posters and band interviews. Reading the articles about The Bay City Rollers, I would find out about songs not on the American albums (which were on Arista records), but were on the British import, Bell Records. So, I waltzed down to my local record shop and had them order all three British imported BCR Albums, "Rollin'", "Once Upon a Star", and "Wouldn't you Like it?". This was my first discovery that the British Import records usually were much thicker, but the album covers were a bit thinner. Another interesting fact: My fellow Bay City Roller devotees were also Beatles fans. I still have all their albums in pristine plastic covers stored down my basement, twice over; one of my BCR mates got married and moved to Virginia, thinking she would leave that bit of her past behind with me. However, even though I am no longer that lovestruck teenager, I still love The Bay City Rollers' music to this day. To that end, several years ago I acquired their whole collection on mp3s and added it them to my iPod. When I listen to their music, the wave of nostalgia washes over me and makes my heart glow.

My nostalgic feeling for them in the last decade had prompted me to search for books about them, as I just love reading rock biographies. My favorite one was written by their uber fan Caroline Sullivan called "Bye Bye Baby: My Tragic Love Affair with the Bay City Rollers". She was a teenager growing up in the US that pulled out all the stops to wangle her way into press conferences, hotels, etc. where the Bay City Rollers would be. She even succeeded getting into one of their beds! As an adult, she actually migrated to England and became a British citizen and a journalist for The Guardian. She also reconnected with The Rollers and interviewed them in a professional capacity. Funny how life turns out! Alan Longmuir even mentions her in this book. The second favorite book I've read about The Bay City Rollers is the one that lead singer Les McKeown wrote called, "Shang-a-Lang: Life as an International Pop Idol". Both Caroline's and Les's tomes are chock full of insider dish and are therefore riveting to read. As much of a diehard fan of The Bay City Rollers I was over the decades, I was able to glean a lot of previously unheard information from those books...a lot of it titillating. However, that's not how founding, oldest Bay City Roller Alan Longmuir wrote his book.

Alan Longmuir states right at the beginning of his book that it won't be a snarky tell-all type of book. That took the wind out of my sails immediately as to how much I would enjoy it. I'm a bit embarrassed to say (but have to be honest) that I WAS looking for some juicy dish, especially from an actual band member's autobiography. Instead, it was an honest, clean accounting of how he assembled the band, its many personnel changes, albums they recorded, concert venues they played, etc. He also covered the evolution of their manager Tam Paton who started out as a good man, but went very wrong. Like other bands, they were robbed of untold millions of pounds due to shifty/poor management practices. However, Alan was a plumber before The Rollers became famous and when necessary, he went back to doing that. He was even homeless for a time, which is a crying shame. His younger brother, drummer Derek, actually became a nurse following The Rollers' demise. 

Alan Longmuir was the oldest and founding band member of The Bay City Rollers. I always regarded him as a very good man, probably the nicest and most level-headed of the bunch. He was the first to leave the band during the craziness of their fame, wanting a simpler, down-to earth life. Sadly, he passed away at the age of 70, just as he was finishing up this book, due to a viral infection he contracted during a trip to Mexico. He was an extremely nice man who wrote a good account of The Bay City Rollers from its inception through its various incarnations, being careful to not sully the reputations of any of his band members. The closest he came, and even that was with restraint... was his disdain for manager Tam Paton at the end of his life. This is a mark of class on Alan's part, but for a seasoned BCR fan like me, it just fell short. This book will probably satisfy a casual Bay City Rollers fan, but if you're looking for sizzling revelations, you'll have to look elsewhere.
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would like to thank netgalley and the publisher for letting me read this book

a must for any bay city roller fan...an indepth look at alan longmuir life through his eye...there are no words said in bitterness just his own words on his life and times...

it also takes you back in time to those wonderful 70s days of glam rock and flares and the teenybopper times of that era...it was lovely to go back and see his world and what he experienced even to the house he grew up in without a bath and a room he shared...those long ago days of a time that we forget....

there are no bitter revelations just a simple man telling his story his way...a great trip down memory lane
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