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Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Reader's Diary #2067- Motley Crue with Neil Strauss: The Dirt

There's a crap ton of rock books out there and I'm a sucker for all of them. Yet despite the Motley Crue autobiography The Dirt having the reputation as one of the wildest, I'd not read it. I suppose it may have been the recent Netflix adaptation that finally pushed me into doing so, but I've not seen that either-- but after reading the book, I'm not sure I want to.

Motley Crue reminds me of a close high school friend. We'd all claimed "our" bands; I was Metallica, Mike was Guns n' Roses, and Darryl was Motley Crue. It was most likely through Darryl that I grew an appreciation for Motley Crue, but I definitely never became a super fan. After The Dirt, I'm even less so.

Without a doubt, it's a book that kept drawing me in, though it quickly went from annoying to repulsive. There was all of Tommy Lee's adolescent bro talk, to delusions of grandeur (putting down other hair metal bands of the time despite that fact that they had just one great album in their entire run). Then we get to the rape, DUIs causing death, and spousal abuse.Truly awful stuff.

Even when they tried to show remorse for past actions, blaming a lot on drugs, it came across as insincere, still bragging about their wild exploits.

The most fascinating thing about it all is that they survived.

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