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Everything I'm Cracked Up to Be A Rock & Roll Fairy Tale [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Music)
  • Author:  Trynin, Jen
  • Author:  Trynin, Jen
  • ISBN-10:  0156032961
  • ISBN-10:  0156032961
  • ISBN-13:  9780156032964
  • ISBN-13:  9780156032964
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Publisher:  Mariner Books
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2007
  • SKU:  0156032961-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0156032961-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100190745
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It was 1994: post–Liz Phair, mid–Courtney Love, just shy of Alanis Morissette. After seven years of slogging it out in the Boston music scene, Jen Trynin took a hard look at herself and gave “making it” one last shot. 
 
It worked. Suddenly Trynin became the spark that set off one of the most heated bidding wars of the year. Major labels vied for her, to the tune of millions of dollars in deals. Lawyers, managers, and booking agents clamored for her attention.Billboardput her on the cover. Everyone knew she was the Next Big Thing. But then she wasn’t.

 In a series of dizzying, hilarious, heartbreaking snap­shots, Trynin captures what it’s like to be catapulted to the edge of rock stardom, only to plummet back down to earth.Everything I’m Cracked Up to Beis the story of a girl who got what she wished for—and lived happily ever after anyway.
PRAISE FOREVERYTHING I'M CRACKED UP TO BE
 
Trynin's terse, hilarious, you-are-there prose is as strong as her songwriting was.A-.Entertainment Weekly(Editor’s Choice)
 
An edgy, honest and bittersweet account of what it's like to be at the center of that storm . . . without a drop of self-pity. —Los Angeles Times
 



 
1994. November 1. 4 p.m.
 
     “91 South! There! On the left!” Buck is turned around in the front passenger seat. “You’re clear! Go!”
 
     Robby swerves left, to much horn-honking and raising of fists from other drivers. “Yikes,” he says. “Touchy.”
 
     “Oh yeah?” says Buck, rolling his window down, sticking his hand out and giving someone the finger. “How about this?” he says, sticking out his other hand, glÓ