Tattoos and Tequila: To Hell and Back with One of Rock's Most Notorious Frontmen
"So where do we start? I remember when we did The Dirt, the Mötley Crüe book, I was interviewed at The Grand Havana Room in Beverly Hills. A lot of people think I didn't get to say much in The Dirt. It's probably true. I didn't read it. I'm not that big a talker. Some people can f*ckin' talk ... eat up all the oxygen in a room in no time flat. I don't tend to run my mouth. It's b*llshit. All those years in rehab and counseling—the talking cure? I can't say I really got that much out of it....
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"So where do we start? I remember when we did The Dirt,the Mötley Crüe book, I was interviewed at The Grand Havana Room in Beverly Hills. A lot of people think I didn't get to say much in The Dirt. It's probably true. I didn't read it. I'm not that big a talker. Some people can f*ckin' talk ... eat up all the oxygen in a room in no time flat. I don't tend to run my mouth. It's b*llshit. All those years in rehab and counseling—the talking cure? I can't say I really got that much out of it. All that cure and I should be cured by now, don't you think? All this talking...So forgive me if it's a bit hard for me to slice open a vein and let my blood run red all over this page for you. I'll fight you or I'll f*ck you but chances are I'll be hard pressed to sit there and talk to you.War stories. War wounds. I know, I know. Old rock stars fall hard. I'm forty-nine years old. I'm five-foot-nine, 170. The spandex is over. I've had three plastic surgeries. Still, who do you think gets laid more, me or you? But time does change a man. I ain't twenty-one anymore.It's a miracle we survived at all. A bottle of Jack Daniel's and uncooked hot dogs do not make for a particularly well-balanced diet. We are all very lucky we didn't kill ourselves. It might look like we were trying to do that but speaking for myself, death was never my intent. I just wanted to feel good, you know? I was just looking for that kick, that high...These days I've got businesses to run. I like the action. Something to get your heart pumping. Healthier than a syringe full of cocaine powder like I was doing back in '81 with my girlfriend Lovey, that's for sure...But you got to admit...those days are a lot more fun to talk about..." Publishers Weekly Like so many rock stars who survive into their 40s, Mötley Crüe front man Neil has produced an autobiography. Raised in Compton, Calif., just as gangs were starting to take over, Neil turned multiracial good looks and a bad attitude into a career singing for the leading hair band of the 1980s. Mötley Crüe embraced the values of rock star excess and garnered fame as much for their drunken exploits as for their music. In one grim episode, an inebriated Neil crashed his Ford Pantera into a Volkswagen, killing his passenger and critically injuring two others. Later, Neil was ejected from the band but eventually returned. Today, he lives in Vegas, making music and running several businesses, including a chain of tattoo parlors. Neil makes no pretense of being thoughtful or reflective, but with Sager's help he's done a more than adequate job of representing himself. Much is said about all the women he's had, all the drugs he's done, all the nice cars he's owned, and all the celebrities he's met. Yet within the rock-star braggadocio lies an entertaining story of a handsome, insecure guy with a lot of energy who got really lucky. Interviews with friends, business associates, and ex-wives bring much-needed depth to the narrative. To his credit, Neil deals honestly with the suffering he's caused. (Sept.)
Introduction The Opening ActChapter One Tattoos & Tequila 1Chapter Two Nobody's Fault 22Chapter Three Beer Drinkers and Hell-Raisers 56Chapter Four No Feelings 89Chapter Five He's A Whore 106Chapter Six Another Bad Day 146Chapter Seven AC/DC 174Chapter Eight Who'll Stop the Rain 207Chapter Nine Bitch is Back 244Chapter Ten Viva Las Vegas 271Acknowledgments 289About Mike Sager 291
\ Publishers WeeklyLike so many rock stars who survive into their 40s, Mötley Crüe front man Neil has produced an autobiography. Raised in Compton, Calif., just as gangs were starting to take over, Neil turned multiracial good looks and a bad attitude into a career singing for the leading hair band of the 1980s. Mötley Crüe embraced the values of rock star excess and garnered fame as much for their drunken exploits as for their music. In one grim episode, an inebriated Neil crashed his Ford Pantera into a Volkswagen, killing his passenger and critically injuring two others. Later, Neil was ejected from the band but eventually returned. Today, he lives in Vegas, making music and running several businesses, including a chain of tattoo parlors. Neil makes no pretense of being thoughtful or reflective, but with Sager's help he's done a more than adequate job of representing himself. Much is said about all the women he's had, all the drugs he's done, all the nice cars he's owned, and all the celebrities he's met. Yet within the rock-star braggadocio lies an entertaining story of a handsome, insecure guy with a lot of energy who got really lucky. Interviews with friends, business associates, and ex-wives bring much-needed depth to the narrative. To his credit, Neil deals honestly with the suffering he's caused. (Sept.)\ \ \ \ \ Library JournalNeil got the taste for entertaining by winning a lip-synching contest and went on to be the lead singer of the 1980s glam-metal (or hair-metal) band Mötley Crüe. Writing with Sager (Scary Monsters and Super Freaks: Stories of Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll and Murder), Neil focuses more on his rock star lifestyle than music and conversationally intersperses recollections from family, wives, and various industry people. We read about the debauchery that the band is known for—drugs, alcohol, partying, fighting, run-ins with the law, and girls, girls, girls—and lives lived in pursuit of dissolute indulgence. Three plastic surgeries later, Neil, now in his late 40s, is a mostly sober businessman, with a solo album, a line of tequila, a charter aviation company, tattoo parlors, and bars.Verdict While there is little reflection here, there are good rock'n'roll anecdotes, many of which are similar to the stories in the band's best-selling autobiography, Mötley Crüe: The Dirt, Nikki Sixx's The Heroine Diaries, and Tommy Lee's Tommyland.—LP Smith, Ohlone Coll. Lib., Fremont, CA\ \
