Does each generation of kids get the music it deserves? No, but it gets the music that defines it. It's in the generational blood. Every joy or pang of growing up has an accompanying sound track. And decades later, car-radio playings of specific songs, good or bad, can be as acute a prod to sweet or rueful memory as Proust's tea cake. For Cameron Crowe, the pastry was named Led Zeppelin, the Allman Brothers, Poco. And Crowe didn't just listen to them. He interviewed them.
The '70s were when the machinery of rock-starmaking was perfected. The poet-satyrs onstage and the...
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