Genre: Memoir
Publisher: HarperCollins Publisher, 2013
Pages: 192
Rating: Do Not Recommend
Synopsis: You won't see no sad and teary eyes when I get my wings, and it's my time to fly
Just call my friends and tell them there's a party, come on by
So just roll me up and smoke me when I die
So just roll me up and smoke me when I die
In Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die, Willie Nelson muses about his greatest influences and celebrates the family, friends, and colleagues who have blesses his remarkable journey. Willie riffs on music, wives, Texas, politics, horses, religion, marijuana, children, the environment, poker, hogs, Nashville, karma, and more. He shares the outlaw wisdom he has acquired over eight decades, along with favorite jokes and insights. Rare family pictures, beautiful artwork created by his son Micah Nelson, and lyrics to classic songs punctuate these charming and poignant memories.
At once a road journal and a fitting tribute to America's greatest traveling bard, Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die—introduced by Kinky Friedman, another favorite son of Texas—is a deeply personal look into the heart and soul of one of the greatest artists of our time.
Review: I love Willie Nelson's music, but this was a waste. It was rambling, repetitive, and not at all introspective. I'd be embarrassed to publish anything this mediocre, especially when the world knows what a fabulous wordsmith he can be.
Micah Nelson's artwork was the book's only redeeming quality.
