The beautiful blues of Mr. E

All strenuous Eels fans (and fans Eels are most strenuous time) know: heavenly music that Mark Oliver Everett (better known as E, brain and one fixed member) was born to much of sometimes simple human experiences but often tragic, much of which is related to his family. A family where parents comuniquent little or not at all with the children (E and its big sister he loves) that are delivered to themselves, experimenting the excesses of unrestrained adolesence that tells E without romanticize anything during this poignant autobiography. For when it was announced that I was going out an autobiography, joy and impatience were still tinged with a little anxiety: we already knew that his road was dotted with countless corpses (starting with his family, including he is the last survivor) and that the man suffered many trials that have killed a lot of other emotional souls (Kurt Cobain blew his head for much less than that). But, and this is the surprise of this book, the story of E proves packed with optimism and humor. Of course, the poignant passages are numerous (personelement, I board have asked the book several times to dry the tears that I could not remember), but there are also many passages or E is truly enthusiastic about some of banalitées auquelles life is hardly lend attention. And you realize pretty quickly that he is not one to be daunted: for every tragedy, he seems to know in advance that happy time waiting its turn, while transforming the worst crisis of his life magnificent albums like Electro-Shock Blues, Daisies Of The Galaxy or Blinking Lights. The famous "any misfortune something is good" has rarely had such appropriate illustration. Mr. E thus continues its road, conceding dramas and enjoying all the moments of happiness that life wants to offer him. Anyway: this autobiography (written with simplicity and avoiding any unnecessary frills) deserves its place alongside those of Ray Charles and Johnny Cash. It is a work in huge emotional power, a real life lesson. A French translation would be welcome, but any fan of Eels (and others) mastering a minimum English (again: this book is written fairly simply) absolutely must read this book.