The man responsible for filling the most dancefloors in the western world also took the most cocaine too and for neither of these does he make any apology. Quite right too. Many autobiographies have been written about fame and excess that are usually contrite at the end like some lesson has been learnt. All Nile knows is that excess has killed off many of his friends and family but he is still standing and he has nothing but thanks for it. A childhood that would have seen most incarcerated or dead by their twenties acted as a catalyst for his success and the drugs and danger that constantly surrounded him from day one seemed to have washed over this eternal optimist. His writing and production credits speak for themselves and he doesn't go into too much detail except to give a bit of insight into pop's more secretive personalities (Wacko, Madge, the Dame). He paints a masterful overview of a life that is all of it was documented would be 10 times as thick and still never dull.