Supposing the intent of John Fogerty’s Fortunate Son; My Life, My Music, or at least an ancillary benefit, was to provide a cathartic, therapeutic outlet for the Creedence Clearwater Revival leader, it has done that with great success. It’s another rock-and-roll tell-all in line with its peers and precedents in that it details the unfiltered opinions and recollects the experiences of the Hall of Famer over a lifetime of relationships with wives, family, bandmates, and business partners- good, bad, and toxic. However, where Fogerty’s books differs is in its frequently recurring orbits around the hauntingly bad record deal he signed in his 20s and the salvation his life received in the form of his current wife Julie. Fogerty seems almost possessed by his past, unable to let any opportunity to make his case pass by without offering a prosecuting anecdote or corroborative memory, as well as equally quick to point out Julie’s aid in his present processing of it all. He takes his share of the blame for outcomes, and certainly doesn’t hide from his own personal and professional frailties and failings. His memory for influences and moments is focused and comprehensive, but always shackled in some regard to a mission statement of setting straight the record of all those hit records.