But on another topic, when I was searching for info on a possible new album by VH, I stumbled upon a youtube interview with Sammy Hagar, Dave’s fill-in for a few years. Sammy kept talking about “writing my book,” or words to that effect. I’m always suspicious when folks from other walks of life claim to be writers, so I looked up the Red Rocker’s book. Sure enough, there’s one of those “with” authors in text so small on the cover that you can barely read his name. (It’s “with Joel Selvin,” by the way.)
I write all of my own books, here, here, and here, or I write alongside an equal coauthor, here. (Same goes for my articles.) Given this, I’ve always wondered about this tiny-print “with” author. Who the hell is this person? I suspect, but certainly don’t know, that these “with” authors take the laboring oar, i.e., they do the bulk, if not all, of the writing. In short: I’d still bet that Sammy can write better than I can sing, but that isn’t saying much.
I’ll also admit that part of my interest in this whole tiny-print “with” author business is rooted in envy. Hagar and Selvin’s book was a #1 New York Times best seller – heights that I have not yet reached. (But hope springs eternal; my new book is coming out in November.) Despite their success, I have a sneaking suspicion that while I am hunched over my laptop for 12-14 hours at a crack writing my books, Sammy is kickin’ it in Cabo while his “with” author is at his side, tapping away on the keyboard with one hand and holding a tropical drink in the other. I don’t know this; I’m just speculating. Perhaps my jealousy is getting the best of me.
But enough of that. Van Halen (or David Lee Roth or the DLR Band) had better to get back to work on some music, pronto. Let’s go, while we’re (still, sort of) young. I'm waiting.