I bought a couple of rock books a few years ago after loving Trouble Boys and A Man Called Destruction–they were Martin Popoff’s Anthem: Rush In The 70s (which is okay but only really worth reading once) and Liz Phair’s Horror Stories, which wasn’t about her music at all, but rather embarrassing things that happened to her in her life, or in other people’s lives, and which achieved the uniquely Generation X feat of both being self-loathing and self-pitying, as well as giving no clue whatsoever that Phair was in her early 50s when she wrote it–she writes like she could still be 25. One chapter has her complaining about the foul sexist entitled behavior of men before a couple of chapters later she’s boasting about cheating on her husband.

I wouldn’t want to read about Motley Crue’s music, because I only like “Kickstart My Heart”–all other Crue songs that I’ve heard were trash, and I know because I heard them all throughout high school because my school was full of Motley Crue fanatics–and I went to school in the late 90s. My Midwestern hick jock moron high school was 10 years behind the times on purpose!!!

The filthy stories?…uh…well, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn they were all eternal teenagers (I keep thinking of the Spinal Tap quote where their manager tells them about “this adolescent fantasy world you guys have constructed around yourself”) but if every single page is just about doing things to groupies that would make Jimmy Page blush, then no. I didn’t know Nikki Sixx wrote all the songs, but I knew about the overdose and Vince Neil’s car accident that killed the other hair metal guy. I didn’t know Neil lost a kid, though, yes that does make me feel a bit bad for him.

Is Nikki Sixx’s yearbook photo in there? It’s even dorkier than Trent Reznor’s:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OldSchoolCool/comments/s6m1m1/nikki_sixx_yearbook_photo_1975/