Chinaberry Sidewalks

By: Rodney Crowell

Narrated by: Rodney Crowell

From the acclaimed musician comes a tender, surprising, and often uproarious memoir about his dirt-poor southeast Texas boyhood.

The only child of a hard-drinking father and a Holy Roller mother, Rodney Crowell was no stranger to bombast from an early age, whether knock-down-drag-outs at a local dive bar or fire-and-brimstone sermons at Pentecostal tent revivals. He was an expert at reading his father’s mercurial moods and gauging exactly when his mother was likely to erupt, and even before he learned to ride a bike, he was often forced to take matters into his own hands. He broke up his parents’ raucous New Year’s Eve party with gunfire and ended their slugfest at the local drive-in (actual restaurants weren’t on the Crowells’ menu) by smashing a glass pop bottle over his own head.

Despite the violent undercurrents always threatening to burst to the surface, he fiercely loved his epilepsy-racked mother, who scorned boring preachers and improvised wildly when the bills went unpaid. And he idolized his blustering father, a honky-tonk man who took his boy to see Hank Williams, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, and Johnny Cash perform live, and bought him a drum set so he could join his band at age eleven.

Shot through with raggedy friends and their neighborhood capers, hilariously awkward adolescent angst, and an indelible depiction of the bloodlines Crowell came from, Chinaberry Sidewalks also vividly re-creates Houston in the fifties: a rough frontier town where icehouses sold beer by the gallon on paydays; teeming with musical venues from standard roadhouses to the Magnolia Gardens, where name-brand stars brought glamour to a place starved for it; filling up with cheap subdivisions where blue-collar day laborers could finally afford a house of their own; a place where apocalyptic hurricanes and pest infestations were nearly routine.

But at its heart this is Crowell’s tribute to his parents and an exploration of their troubled yet ultimately redeeming romance. Wry, clear-eyed, and generous, it is, like the very best memoirs, firmly rooted in time and place and station, never dismissive, and truly fulfilling.

Wonderful!

Rodney uses his words in this book just like he does in the songs he writes. Highly recommend

Not your traditional memoir

Rodney Crowell could have easily written a boilerplate autobiography: a little bit of childhood and teenage stories, detailing his time as an upcoming singer-songwriter, maybe some dark and gritty tales of drug use and sobriety, ending on a hopeful note. But the Houston Kid has never been a traditional person. instead he has written a thoroughly detailed ode to his parents and his childhood, with the good, the bad, and the ugly all included.
For most of the book, his tales of his Texas childhood don't go past the age of 12, plus a chapter each dedicated to the upbringing of his mother and father. There's shenanigans, domestic disputes, and a head injury or two, all narrated with Crowell's easy Texas drawl which makes you feel like you are sitting on porch with him, drinking a sweet tea while he regales you.

So Great I never wanted it to end!

Would you consider the audio edition of Chinaberry Sidewalks to be better than the print version?

Rodney made me laugh out loud . His accent was a plus.

Who was your favorite character and why?

Rodney had me fall in love with him. I went looking on his website to find out more! I just wanted more Rodney Crowell!

Was there a moment in the book that particularly moved you?

When he went to get the girl out of her daddy's house.

Any additional comments?

Don't miss out on this book.

Spectacular! I can’t wait to read this again .

This is a masterpiece. His prose is spellbinding and oh so relatable. I can’t believe I stumbled upon this beautiful work.

Great book. Loved it

Easy time lesson to. Keep me going wanting to fear more of the story. Fantastic.