Reading Between a Heart and a Rock Place was a lot of fun. It was definitely a read-a-lot-of-excerpts-to-my-wonderful-and-tolerant-wife book. Benatar’s career trajectory is kinda unusual in rock’n’roll, given that it doesn’t involve a trip to rehab (or its conspicuous lack). It’s sadly more typical in that one defining characteristic of that career is ongoing disputes with her label, very much aggravated in her case by her identity as a female rocker in an era when women had much less presence in rock. (Part of the effect of this book was to make me disinclined to give money to Chrysalis Records, although that’s somewhat mitigated by later developments.) Throughout Benatar displays a groundedness, pragmatism, and a solid work ethic that are perhaps a bit conservative, balanced by a rebellious streak and salty language that are very, well, rock’n’roll. The forcefulness of her opinions is sometimes surprising:
What I was after was simple: the end of the record industry as we knew it. I wanted to see the collapse of the major labels’ stronghold on music . . . since we despised the way they did business, we figured we’d be only too happy to stand by and watch it happen.
Benatar’s co-writer Patsi Bale Cox remains very unobtrusive throughout, the book feels very much like sitting down for a long and engaging conversation (well, monologue) with Benatar.
needs more demons? no.