I've long been an admirer of Neil Young from the Buffalo Springfield period until the early 80s and is looking forward that I intended to read his autobiography. I stay on my hunger for several reasons. Firstly, besides the disjointed aspect, we learn nothing essential about what interests us, his music, his inspiration, his influences. There are many repetitions and you get the feeling sometimes that the father Neil ramble a bit. The cars, the crafts, the search for a new digital music leave aside. He speaks rarely of his songs, he has put it, his influences of his inspiration, all that constitutes the work of a major musicians of folk and rock. The family aspect is touching cependant.Neil speaks of his disabled children with great love. Write his own biography is commendable but we are not born writer overnight. One biographer notified, would have led a reporter rock so the case can be more interesting by putting it all in order, participating with him in the writing of the book and pushing a little further confidence. One has the impression that this book has been made a little "hard to" without pre-established plan. "Autobiography" offers a fragmented reflection of the 70s, hedonistic, a thousand miles of our time On numerous occasions I asked myself a lot of questions that I have never found the answers. Neil Young remains an artist of integrity and endearing. Only remain her songs.