Rock N Roll Reading Not To Be Missed
Today’s Brew: Purple Smirnoff Ice. I’m actually writing this on the afternoon of New Years, though I’m not planning on posting it quite yet. Watching the Doctor Who marathon, eating some cheesy goodness, and enjoying my girly drinks waiting to welcome 2013. Happy New Year to all of you.
Rock stars are mythical creatures. They have nine lives, they live by their own rules, and they can lure any woman into their bed by just saying the word. Men want to be them and women want to be with them. When I started thinking about writing a book, I realized they had a lot in common with vampires. For me, the dirtier either creature is, the better. If I want to dream about the guy next door, I’ll start sleeping with my neighbor (much more comical if you met my neighbors). If I am going to have a fantasy about any person, living, dead, real, or fictional, I want them to be larger than life, dripping sex appeal, and dancing on the edge of morality.
Not all of us can have a rock star at our beck and call, but we can read about them any time we want. Here are three of the rock n roll biographies that made the biggest impression on me.
MOTLEY CRUE, THE DIRT
This book captivated me from the first word. If you’ve been reading the blog, you’ll know I based my character Tristan in Immortal Dilemma off of Nikki Sixx, the king of rock and roll excess.
I am just going to quote the inside cover. I can’t sum it up better than this:
Whiskey and porn stars, hot rods and car crashes, black leather and high heels, overdoses and death. This is the life of Motley Crue, the heaviest drinking, 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 drug 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.
I can’t lie, this just makes my heart go pitty pat.
PATTI SMITH, JUST KIDS
As scandalous as The Dirt is, Just Kids is as beautifully written but no less eye raising. This is a National Book Award Winner. If you don’t know who Patti is, do yourself a favor, do some research and pick up the book. If you care about American pop culture at all, pick up the book. If you just like good books, read the damn thing. Patti was on track to become a school teacher when she was asked to leave school. It was the summer of 1967 she found herself in New York City, and a chance meeting led her to her soulmate, Robert Mapplethorpe. The tragic story of Robert’s art and coming of age are beautifully told. Patti became a poet and a leader of the punk movement.
Reading this, I wanted to move into the Chelsea Hotel and pray that the ghosts of artists past would bestow me with their wisdom and experiences. This is real, raw, and does not have a happy ending. But you will love every minute of it.
ROXANNA SHIRAZI, THE LAST LIVING SLUT: BORN IN IRAN, BRED BACKSTAGE
Oh boy, this one is not for the faint of heart. Not much in this world shocks me, but this book managed to do it. Roxanna tells us her life story, from childhood in beautiful yet war torn Iran, to being relocated and misunderstood in England, to becoming the Queen of The Groupies. Roxanna names names. These are all real people. I winced as she wrote about people I knew, people I have partied with, and hell, even my old hairdresser. She leaves nothing out. Sometimes, it gets hard to read and you have to wonder what the hell she was thinking. It’s a fanscinating, heartbreaking read. Another story with no happily ever after, but I’m sure if you talked to Roxanna, her bucket list is not long. She embraces the term slut as one not of shame but of empowerment. This woman has lived life on her terms.