Hitman

Listening to David Foster narrate his own memoir is like getting a private masterclass from a man who’s forgotten more about music than most will ever know. His voice carries the weight of someone who’s spent decades in rooms where decisions shaped careers, and he delivers each story with the precision of a guy who knows exactly which details will land hardest. The audiobook crackles with energy, especially during passages about his early days in Chicago or the behind-the-scenes maneuvering for *The Bodyguard* soundtrack. Foster’s narration style is conversational—almost like he’s leaning over a coffee table sharing gossip—but the stories themselves are anything but casual. He spares no one, including himself, when recounting moments of ego or poor judgment, which makes the memoir feel astonishingly human. That said, the production occasionally stumbles. Some transitions between segments feel abrupt, as if the editing team missed a beat, and there are moments where Foster’s emphasis veers too close to self-aggrandizement. Still, the raw authenticity of his recollections—like his candid take on why he walked away from a collaboration with Michael Jackson—elevates this above typical industry memoirs. If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to shape the soundtrack of multiple decades, this is the closest you’ll get.