Motley Crue is well known for its decadence, especially during the band's '80s heyday, but Nikki Sixx takes much of the shine off the good-times image in his forthcoming book, "The Heroin Diaries." (A soundtrack by Sixx's other band, Sixx A.M., accompanies the book.)
Based on a diaries he kept starting Christmas Day 1986, an excerpt of Sixx's book paints him as a self-pitying wastoid throwing his life away. The first entry starts:
Merry Christmas.
Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have somebody to say it to. They have their friends and family all round them. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
He makes continual ironic references to his "rock star paradise" and his life as a "rock-star junkie." It's tough to feel much sympathy for him, though, considering that he started using heroin for the worst reason ever: "Because my heroes did it ... because I idolize my heroes because they didn't care; and I really don't care about anything."
His heroes include Johnny Thunders and Sid Vicious. Both died before they turned 40. Good role models to emulate, there, Nikki.
Drugs clearly filled some hole in Nikki Sixx's life, and publishing his crackhead journals (yep, he freebased cocaine, too) is a brave, if self-serving, thing to do. But in reading his woe-is-me drivel, you can't help but think: What a jerk.
Save your money for "Gods and Gangsters," next year's tell-all memoir by music-biz insider Tony Defries, who worked with the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, David Bowie, Lou Reed and Iggy Pop, among many others.
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