Last Chance Texaco: Chronicles of an American Troubadour

By Rickie Lee Jones

Have you met Ms. Jones?

One night in 1979, a woman in a red beret skyrocketed to fame after a performance on Saturday Night Live. The song was “Chuck E’s in Love,” and the singer, Rickie Lee Jones. A vital part of the burgeoning Los Angeles jazz pop scene, she would soon be pronounced “Duchess of Coolsville” by TIME magazine.

Last Chance Texaco is the first no-holds-barred account of the life of one of rock’s hardest working women in her own words. With candour and lyricism, Rickie Lee Jones takes us on the journey of her exceptional life, including her nomadic childhood as the granddaughter of vaudevillian performers; her father’s abandonment of the family and her years as a teenage runaway; her beginnings at LA’s Troubadour club; her tumultuous relationship with Tom Waits and her battle with drugs; and her longevity as a woman in rock and roll.

These are never-before-told stories of the girl in the raspberry beret, a songwriter who would inspire American culture for decades.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins
• Release date: Apr 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781443464635

Rickie Lee Jones

RICKIE LEE JONES has released seventeen record albums and received two Grammy Awards. She lives in New Orleans.

Reviews for Last Chance Texaco

[froxgirl · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The author, a unique voice in American music, transcends a rough childhood and a heroin habit, and writes a memoir as lyrical as her poetic songs of street life and its denizens. She grows up amid fractured parents and siblings, and the turning point is when Rickie emancipates herself and takes to the road as a fourteen year old runaway in a stolen car. Time and time again, she is saved by sympathetic strangers, by a kind policeman, by her mother, and by Tom Waits, Lowell George, and Dr. John, the unholy trio of her life. Rickie's dramatic and unlikely rise to sudden stardom does not destroy her, and the reader will be convinced of her heroism in surviving and coming out the other side with wisdom and grace. The book is filled with poignant photos and song lyrics.Quotes: "Music, in hippie culture, was like payment for food or a place to crash.""My Beatles-inspired technique was to own what men seemed entitled to and take for granted.""There was only one chair left for women musicians at the big table, whereas the boys-only room had plenty of empty chairs.""I was aware before I even made a record of the danger of being used up too fast.""Musicians rarely enjoy playing hometowns where we are forever trying to prove something."

[mpultroon · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I thought this was a masterful portrayal of her childhood years, albeit sad though they were. What I was impressed with is the dedication and perseverance exemplified by Rickie Lee in the face of what most people would call crushing obstacles. A tip of the hat . . .

[pivic-1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I've never listened to Rickie Lee Jones's music, so, what drew me in with this book? Her celebrity friends and lovers? Finding out about her life and music more?Neither. It's her writing that drew me in. Check this out:When I was twenty-three years old I drove around L.A. with Tom Waits. We’d cruise along Highway 1 in his new 1963 Thunderbird. With my blonde hair flying out the window and both of us sweating in the summer sun, the alcohol seeped from our pores and the sex smell still soaked our clothes and our hair. We liked our smell. We did not bathe as often as we might have. We were in love and I for one was not interested in washing any of that off. By the end of summer we were exchanging song ideas. We were also exchanging something deeper. Each other.There's something beautiful about somebody writing in a near-dream state. It's open and fun and you connect with somebody writing about what it's like to be a young adult on the cusp of losing your childhood more than you feel comfortable with, while wanting your independence.Still, there's a lot of stories from Jones's adolescense, and this book travels chronologically.Coming home from visiting Good Shepherd, my mother sometimes whipped out a warning out of nowhere. “Don’t you ever be like your sister. Do you hear me? Don’t you grow up to be like Janet.” Every time she said this to me I was devastated. I was nothing like my sister. I was me. Didn’t she even know me? It was a seed of doubt inadvertently planted by my mother. I began to wonder if I was adopted, and so began the year known as, “Was I adopted?” Each week I’d ask a family member, “Seriously, was I adopted?” Finally Danny said, “Yes, you were adopted. Go away.” Nothing they could say could make me stop doubting my place in our family.Another paragraph:To say my mother was unpredictable is to say that the ocean is salty. It was a given, but you went in there anyway, hoping to float on top of the waves.Some of the best stories are from Jones's girlhood, when she writes about everything mundane to deeply traumatical.Sugarfoot was my pet cat but also my surrogate mama and best friend. For the last five years I came to pet her quietly when life was too hard to bear. When she was thirsty she drank out of the next-door neighbor’s pool. He did not like our cat drinking from his pool. My mother found Sugarfoot dead while I was at school one day. I came home and she said, “I think your cat is sick. She may be dead Rickie. She’s lying there in the garden.” I did not believe her. Not Sugarfoot! Not dead! I had to see for myself.There was Sugarfoot lying in the garden where she always liked to sleep, but when I bent over to pick her up she was stiff and her fur was covered with green vomit. I picked her up gently, wiped off the vomit, and rocking her body in my arms, I cried. God, not again, don’t take her from me too. It wasn’t God who had done this, it was the next-door neighbor, a man who saw us every day with our wheelchaired teenager, struggling to have some kind of normal life. A man who passed our broken-hearted house every day, he poisoned Sugarfoot. A monster lived next door. I still don’t know how he managed it, but Danny dug the hole. He had always buried our pets and the continuity of this burial task was important to all of us. We buried Sugarfoot in the garden, right where she died. I sat there with her as long as I could, singing and crying.Her later years, finding music via The Beatles, getting involved with Dr. John, starting to write her own music, getting into the music business, making an album, meeting and getting romantically entangled with Tom Waits, are interesting, but to me not as interesting as her initial years.Sadly, my interest in the book waned after the initial strides that Jones took. The rhythm of the book took a far less strong path after a third and I wish she'd have maintained it.For me, again, somebody who's not heard Jones's music, it's not a strong story, but the start is interesting, almost touching on Faulkner. If you're looking for a much stronger writer where it comes to music, I suggest you try Patti Smith or Lester Bangs.

[pomo58 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Last Chance Texaco from Rickie Lee Jones is an insightful and entertaining read, though I admit to being a big fan so might be a little biased. That said, I think anyone interested in music and/or autobiography will enjoy this book.There is, of course, all of the stories we would expect. People in the music industry, places and events that we might have heard a little about. In that respect Jones delivers what should please readers primarily interested in those aspects of her life. I was more impressed, and found every bit as interesting, the story of her youth and childhood.In many autobiographies (and memoirs to an extent) we get some childhood stories the person feels either helps explain who they are presenting themselves to be or are especially unusual. Here we get to watch her grow up, we see her grapple with moves, fitting in, finding herself (perhaps more than once). This is the part of the book where most people can find things to relate to. I moved a lot, I rebelled early and often, I walked a fine line between introvert and wanting to be accepted. I appreciated that a fair portion of the book let me know how Jones grew up, even down to the pranks like ringing doorbells and running away, or at least planning to run away.The voice throughout is almost conversational, which I find appealing in a memoir or autobiography. It feels like she is sitting across from me and telling me her life story (I should be so lucky!). This has been a ray of sunshine during an otherwise dark period of time and I can't thank her enough for it.I highly recommend this to not only music fans and fans of Jones but also to those who simply enjoy reading biography and autobiography. This is as much a slice of history of the period as it is the story of a phenomenal artist's life (did I mention I am a big fan?).Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via NetGalley.