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Empirically proving that—no matter where you are—kids wanna rock, this is Chuck Klosterman's hilrious memoir of growing up as a shameless metalhead in Wyndmere, North Dakotoa (population: 498). With a voice like Ace Frehley's guitar, Klosterman hacks his way through hair-band history, beginning with that fateful day in 1983 when his older brother brought home Mötley Crüe's Shout at the Devil. The fifth-grade Chuck wasn't quite ready to rock—his hair was too short and his farm was too quiet—but he still found a way to bang his nappy little head. Before the journey was over, he would slow-dance to Poison, sleep innocently beneath satanic pentagrams, lust for Lita Ford, and get ridiculously intellectual about Guns N' Roses. C'mon and feel his noize.
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Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey In Rual North Dakota, Karel Klosterman
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- 2002
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- Title
- Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey In Rual North Dakota
- Language
- English
- Authors
- Karel Klosterman
- Publisher
- Simon & Schuster
- Released
- 2002
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 288
- ISBN10
- 0743406567
- ISBN13
- 9780743406567
- Series
- Tags
- Non-Fiction, Art & Culture, True Stories, Biographies, Humor, Music Theme, Music, Autobiographies & Memoirs, Opinion Journalism & Essays, Popular Culture
- Rating
- 3.8 out of 5
- Description
- Empirically proving that—no matter where you are—kids wanna rock, this is Chuck Klosterman's hilrious memoir of growing up as a shameless metalhead in Wyndmere, North Dakotoa (population: 498). With a voice like Ace Frehley's guitar, Klosterman hacks his way through hair-band history, beginning with that fateful day in 1983 when his older brother brought home Mötley Crüe's Shout at the Devil. The fifth-grade Chuck wasn't quite ready to rock—his hair was too short and his farm was too quiet—but he still found a way to bang his nappy little head. Before the journey was over, he would slow-dance to Poison, sleep innocently beneath satanic pentagrams, lust for Lita Ford, and get ridiculously intellectual about Guns N' Roses. C'mon and feel his noize.