I thought of a couple more:
Diary of a Rock and Roll Star by Ian Hunter. No really a biography per se–the book is Hunter’s story of Mott The Hoople’s 1972 US tour. The bit about him sneaking into Graceland is a crackup.
Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd, by Nick Mason. A must for any Floyd fan. The pictures alone make it worth the price of admission.
As long as we’re on the subject of suprisingly interesting biographies of obscure bands, check out:
Babes in Toyland, about a modestly popular “riot grrl” band of the early 90’s. It shows how the great alternative breakthough of the 90s both changed everything (obscure atonal all-female bands could actually get signed to major labels) and nothing (they still had to worry about their looks and other marketing issues). It also shows how fame often ruins bands by destroying the friendships that made them want to be in bands to begin.
I can’t recommend enough Cheese Chronicles, written by a member of an 80s punk band. From getting the tar beaten out of them in West Virgina to fighting with maniacal indie label owners, it shows everything even minor touring bands have to deal with. It’s got many hysterical stories without ever forgetting to remind people how much the bandmembers love music. Best of all, the author doesn’t stint from criticizing the band’s music or himself.
Billion Dollar Baby, written by Bob Greene in 1974, is very outdated, but very entertaining. He went on tour with the “notorious” Alice Cooper, had a part in the stage act. Not much about music, but what it takes to put on a huge travelling theatrical rock act that you could only probably do in Las Vegas today.
Last Train to Memphis and Careless Love by Peter Guralnick has been called “the Citizen Kane of rock biographies.” Haven’t read that many rock biographies myself, but it sure is one - or two - masterpiece(s). They amount to well over a thousand pages, and can be a bit too detailed at times for the casual reader, but if you enjoy (rock) biographies as a genre, this is a must read.
**SY **- are you a Doors fan? I am not - just happened that way - so when I read No One Here.…, I had no problem seeing Morrison as an absolutely reprehensible prick, with frankly no redeeming qualities except maybe his artistic view. If you are a fan, did you pick up a very different vibe about him and I just read it biased, or did getting the backstory not affect your feel for the band?
**Wakinyan **- I read Last Train; I couldn’t bring myself to read *Careless Love *- I agree, it is well-written, dense and fascinating. It doesn’t have the bite that a truly great rock bio has, IMHO; it trades a depiction of the energy about Elvis for academic thoroughness. I could tell I was reading a great book, but it didn’t grab me like pulp fiction, you know? A better example, again IMHO is **The Beatles **by Spitz. 900 - *nine hundred *- freakin’ pages, but they carry you along like a steady wave. You get into the Beatles life and the energy - very cool.
That’s the version I read. Lemme know…and sorry I am not as quick with the link to the actual books, like you are; it’s not something I do quickly at work…these are my quickie mental breaks between…stuff.
**Wordman, ** I was a HUGE Doors fan in my teens (early 80s) and that’s when I read the book. At that time, Jim Morrison could do no wrong in my eyes. He was the coolest. I even wrote a lot of awful poetry in a similar dark style. I was digging my own angst.
Now, I still enjoy many of their songs (Roadhouse Blues, L.A. Woman, Love Her Madly, etc.) but I can’t stand some of the other stuff, specifically, Light My Fire. I have always been fascinated by rock excess and Morrison is the poster boy (or at least one of them…)
Okay, got it - yeah, that makes sense. He really did come across like a prick, though. 
Not rock, but country, and not quite bio/autobio, but has bits of that. Several years ago I read something called Three Chords and the Truth, about country music, the business of music, Nashville, etc. It profiled several well-known and not-known musicians–one of whom I can now no longer listen to the same way. I recall it being a really good read.
I didn’t mean to sound like I was criticizing. It was just a “now with extra crunchiness” ad parody flash that felt like a fun addition. I’m sitting at the computer all day too and go to the Dope for breaks. But I do it from my home office so my boss doesn’t care. 
As for Morrison. When I was younger rock stars were heroes. As I got older and wiser and probably more cynical I realized that most celebrities - and certainly most celebrity artists - are pricks in real life. There are exceptions, but they’re rare and to be treasured. And most of the time they’re not the ones who get books written about them.
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And as for rock stars - yeah, as the ancient curse says “may you live in interesting times…”