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Mediocre book from a mediocre musician and to me, an even less than mediocre man.
on 24 July 2017
2 thoughts after reading this. 1) The book is hardly about the music, the shows, the music industry, the writing of the albums. Every 2 words are pills, hash, coke, splits and of course p*ssy. A bit sad really that this is the only thing he seems to be able to write about. It's as empty as Ratt's music is / was. 2) This guy (and probably the others as well) got stinking rich on mediocre music. But one cannot blame him when the American public in the 80s thought this was good music. This image / hair metal (metal ? mmmmh, not to me) was no more than a fling for the American audience. Being high all of his life, not much of a "man" to me. But to his defence, one can wonder if he was not to some extent a victim of the music business. They do chew you up and spit you out, not giving a toss about you as a human, just interested in how much dollars you can generate.