It's a shame that Jon Goodman didn't hire someone else to write about his father, one of my favorite musical artists of all time. This shameless 256-page snoozer focuses more on the author than the subject at hand, the talented and skilled novelty king.I currentlly use the book to prop open the door to my bathroom. If the writing was of a better quality, it may be suitable to hold open a better door, such as the door to my front porch. This, however, is not the case.The arrogance of the son of the legend is apparent from the preface where he talks about himself on this very Web site. It is of no interest that Jon is a former police officer, but I am quite glad that he has pursued other lines of work--writing just isn't going to work out for him.Also, reviewer "STEVEN K" is Jon Goodman, the author