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I just finished reading a very fucked up book . . For the 2nd time.

How accurate it is, I dunno . . How embellished it is, I dunno . . But I think it’s safe to say that the original members of Motley Crue have lived some truly fucked up lives.

I have to say, when I was in school and growing up years,  I liked the Crue. But to this day I still like all of their breakthrough album . . Shout At The Devil, Dr Feelgood and most of what I can remember of their debut, Too Fast For Love.

Most of the “real” musicians hated Motley Crue. They called them cheap metal. I think cheap metal is what’s now known mostly as hair metal, though it’s not all that cheap. I mean you have to at least have a modicum of talent to get it right. And these guys made millions from playin the so-called cheap metal.

But why would I read the autobiography of Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, and Vince Neil? . . Shit, I don’t rightly know . . It maybe because I heard and read alot of pretty fucked up stories bout them . . Or it can be because of the cover blurbs…it sounded like a very cool read for a Hard Rock / Heavy Metal fan . . Or it may have been that the VH1 – Behind The Music on Motley was a very interesting episode.

This is what it said on the back cover of the book

” This is the life of Motley Crue, the heaviest drinking, hardest fighting, most oversexed and arrogant band in the world. Their unbelievable exploits are the stuff of rock ‘n’ roll legend. They nailed the hottest chicks, started the bloodiest fights, partied with the biggest drugs dealers, and got to know the inside of every jail cell from California to Japan. They have dedicated an entire career to living life to its extreme, from the greatest fantasies to the darkest tragedies. T

ommy married two international sex symbols; Vince killed a man and lost his daughter to cancer; Nikki overdosed, rose from the dead, and then OD’d again the next day; and Mick shot a woman and tried to hang his own brother. But that’s just the beginning.

Fueled by every drug they could get their hands on and obscene amounts of alcohol driven by fury and headed straight for hell, Motley Crue raged through two decades, leaving behind a trail of debauched women, trashed hotel rooms, crashed cars, psychotic managers, and broken bones that has left the music industry cringing to this day. All these unspeakable acts, not to mention their dire consequences, are laid bare in The Dirt ” 

That is what attracted me to this book. And it aint lying. It a screwed up book. The screwed up life of four indivduals. And i liked it. Cuz they have influenced me musically. A Lot . . =)

But what may be the biggest influence was Nikki Sixx himself . . While Jon Bon Jovi remains my biggest musical idol overall, Nikki Sixx has always seemed like an uber-cool “rock star”. Jon is more of like a rockstar dad, cool businessman, the good guy kinda rockstar . . . Nikki Sixx Is the ULTIMATE rockstar.

I must admit, after reading his exploits I’m less than thrilled with him as a role model, but somehow, despite my best intentions, still have some respect for him. But back in the day, he just seemed like he was cooler than anyone else out there.

The Dirt is told by the individuals, but I’m sure journalist Neil Strauss helped with some of storytelling styles.

These four guys are crazy.

Their sexual exploits are frightening, and their absolute descent into drug filled, drunken debauchery is absolutely revolting. Anybody will hate drugs . . but these guys seemed to live for them. They were on top of the world for a while, but they were so fucked up, all they cared about was getting even more fucked up.

Absolutely disgusting, but at least they all SEEM to have grown for it.

When all is said and done, surprisingly, Mick Mars has emerged as my favorite. I say surprisingly because I never really appreciated his guitar playing all that much, and because he’s the least known of the lot, the least famous, so there was more to learn about.

I already mentioned that I ended up still having some respect for Sixx, but aside for feeling terrible about the death of his daughter, I can’t say I have all that much respect left for Vince Neil. I mean, he still as fucked up as ever . . .

The most famous member of Motley Crue actually hasn’t been with the band for a while, but Tommy Lee almost comes off as the sentimental favorite. I didn’t buy it completely, and I’m sure Heather Locklear and Pamela Anderson have very different versions of how life was during their relationships.

Still, I have to admit that he and Sixx have similar personalities and even though on the surface.

Ironically somebody who definitely comes out of this book smelling like roses is John Corabi, a singer–guitarist who actually replaced Vince Neil for one album, the self titled album Motley Crue. He’s a better singer than Vince, but was simply not rockstar enuff . . . That why he lasted only that long . . .

I don’t know if anybody who doesn’t either love Motley Crue or hard rock in general can appreciate the book. But even though it’s revolting, it’s kind of fascinating, and it’s definitely entertaining.

Cuz its very visual and very real. Not fairytale stuff . . . And not for the faint hearted . . And i just read that this book is such a bestseller that a movie is in plans to depict the book. Thats gonna be one screwed up movie.

You people shud go read it and shock yourselves crazy . . =)