Summary of Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx & Mick Mars's The Dirt

Everest Media

Description

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I lived with Tommy and his girlfriend, Nikki, in 1981. We were broke, with only a few decimated possessions to our name. We couldn’t afford to repair the window, so we left it broken. The house was crawling with vermin.
#2 We lived in a house with a small kitchen sink, a bathroom with no toilet paper, and a bedroom with a mirrored closet. We thought we were very cool because we had a mirrored door on our closet.
#3 I used to tell them that they would get caught doing stuff. I had a place in Manhattan Beach with my girlfriend. I was never into hanging out at that house. I had done that, seen it. I’d been over twenty-one for a long time and they were still like eighteen.

Sujets

• ROCK

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 20 mars 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669356059
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Tommy Lee, Vince Neil and Nikki Sixx & Mick Mars's The Dirt
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6 Insights from Chapter 7 Insights from Chapter 8 Insights from Chapter 9 Insights from Chapter 10 Insights from Chapter 11 Insights from Chapter 12 Insights from Chapter 13
Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I lived with Tommy and his girlfriend, Nikki, in 1981. We were broke, with only a few decimated possessions to our name. We couldn’t afford to repair the window, so we left it broken. The house was crawling with vermin.

#2

We lived in a house with a small kitchen sink, a bathroom with no toilet paper, and a bedroom with a mirrored closet. We thought we were very cool because we had a mirrored door on our closet.

#3

I used to tell them that they would get caught doing stuff. I had a place in Manhattan Beach with my girlfriend. I was never into hanging out at that house. I had done that, seen it. I’d been over twenty-one for a long time and they were still like eighteen.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was born on December 11, 1958, in San Jose. I was as early as I could be, and, even back then, probably still up from the night before. My mother had about as much luck with names as she did with men.

#2

I had no memories of a broken home, because I had no memories of a home other than my mother and me. We lived on the ninth floor of the St. James Club on Sunset Boulevard. When I was four, my mother married Vinny, and we moved to Lake Tahoe.

#3

I had a very difficult time making friends in school, and I felt out of place whenever I was around other kids my age. I eventually grew to like El Paso because I began spending time with Victor, a hyperactive Mexican boy who lived across the street.

#4

I was raised in El Paso, Texas, and after a year of living there, my grandparents decided that raising pigs wasn’t the road to riches they had thought it would be. So they told me we would be moving back to Idaho, next to a silage pit. I was ecstatic.

#5

I began to get picked on at school, and I had to fight back with my fists. I was a defensive end on the football team, and I loved hurting other kids. I had music through football, and I spent all my time listening to it.

#6

I had sex for the first time and discovered that it was like masturbation, but a lot more work. I began hanging out with the classy kids, like a three-hundred-pound Mexican named Bubba Smith.

#7

I had to move out and live with my mother, who had married a Mexican man named Ramone. I went to live with them in Seattle, where I met a rocker named Rick Van Zant, who taught me how to play the guitar. I was ready to rock.

#8

I began selling drugs to buy clothes, and I was soon a bona fide punk rocker. I was called Alice Bowie by a group of black kids who blockaded the hallway to keep me from passing school. I sold drugs all the time, stole stuff, got in fights, and fried on acid.

#9

I was kicked out of seven schools in eleven years, and I was still not going anywhere. I was depressed, and I spent my days under the 22nd Street bridge, where all the other burnouts and dropouts killed time. I was selling mescaline outside concerts to make money.

#10

I had to leave Seattle and go to Jerome, which is in Idaho. I sold my only bass guitar for money to buy drugs to peddle. I then called my mother and asked her to help me leave Seattle and go see my grandparents.

#11

I wanted to find a drummer who was into good music, like the Jeff Beck and the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. I asked Frank a few questions, and he seemed like an all-right guy. But then he said he listened to Aerosmith and Kiss, and I can't stand Kiss. I instantly crossed him off my list of possible people to play with.

#12

I was in L. A. and feeling out of place. I was a punk rocker who had been dropped in the middle of a Leave It to Beaver rerun. I was Sid Vicious looking for a Nancy Spungen.

#13

I eventually found a job selling Kirby vacuum cleaners over the telephone, but I couldn’t seem to close a single deal. One of the other salesmen told me about a carpet-cleaning job that was open to anyone with a car. I took the steam-cleaning job with the sole intention of going to people’s houses and setting up the steamer in front of their bedroom door to keep them away while I raided their medicine cabinets and took all their drugs.

#14

I was making a lot of money, but I still didn’t pay my rent. I was thrown out of my band Rex Blade for making the classic young rock-band mistake of writing songs that seemed very important and having a vision that didn’t accommodate anyone else’s. I then moved into a garage for a hundred dollars a month.

#15

I began moving through bands like crosstops. I’d go to auditions listed in The Recycler, join for a day, and then never show up again. I eventually learned to leave my bass in the car trunk when I first walked in to meet a band.

#16

I met a band called Garden or Soul Garden, which played Doors-like psychedelic jamrock. I didn’t like their music, but I enjoyed talking to the band’s guitarist, Lizzie Grey. We soon discovered that we had a mutual love of Cheap Trick, Slade, the Dolls, old Kiss, and Alice Cooper.

#17

I eventually joined a band with Lizzie, Blackie Lawless, and a guitarist named Chris Holmes. We practiced on Gower Street in Hollywood, where the Dogs rehearsed. Blackie was an amazing songwriter, but he was also cold and shut-down. I soon began butting heads with him, and he dismissed me from service.

#18

I changed my name to Nikki Sixx, and I have never been happier. I killed Frank Feranna Jr. in a song, writing, Frankie died just the other night / Some say it was suicide / But we all know / How the story goes. Then I made it legal.

#19

I eventually moved in with Angie, a drummer, who had a band. I hated them because they were into Rush and had lots of guitar pedals and talked about hammer-ons and, most egregious of all, had curly hair.

#20

I was excited about my new band, London, but my uncle told me that rock and roll was dead. I was devastated. I spent the entire day at home rehearsing what I would say when I called Brian Connolly, an idol of mine, to ask for advice. He told me to keep my day job.

#21

I was a cocky little kid in a club who thought that a sore prick and burning nostrils meant he was king of the world. I was just some kid in a club who thought that a sore prick and burning nostrils meant he was king of the world.
Insights from Chapter 3

#1

I have learned in life that if you chase something for long enough, it will eventually start chasing you. I had seen my mom and dad kiss, and it looked pretty cool. I figured I was ready to try it for myself. I went to a dream analyst and he told me I inherited that storm cloud from my mother. Her life was surrounded by tragedy.

#2

I passed fear and insecurity on to my daughter, especially when she was a young child and couldn’t understand what her mother was saying. She would talk to her in Greek, and I wouldn’t be able to comprehend a word she was saying.

#3

I developed an obsession with guitar, and after watching a marching band beat on the snares at a football game, I turned back to the drums I never should have abandoned. I spent every day after school drumming.

#4

I was a freshman at South Hills High School, and I was already excelling in the marching band. One day, I was bending over to pick up my drum when the senior drum captain, Troy, tapped me on the back. He knocked my nose to the other side of my face. I went to the hospital, where they anesthetized the area, stuck a pair of pliers up my nose, and twisted it back into place. But it never looked the same after that.

#5

I had always been an outsider, but being in a rock band made it cool to be an outsider. I saw the coolest kid in the world at school: Vince Wharton, a surfer dude with long blond hair who dressed in sharp all-white clothes.

#6

I met Vince in a band called Rock Candy, and we became friends. I was in a band with him called Suite 19, and we played the Starwood nightclub. We were a perfect match: three longhaired guys who had all failed out of high school and were going to continuation school to rock out on crazy Eddie Van Halen–influenced stuff.

#7

I was dating Bullwinkle, the guitarist for Suite 19, and I was looking for another band to join.