We all embarked upon a reading of the ghost-written autobiographical account of Motley Crue's rise to fame and all that. A fun and interesting read about a pretty average band that made it. Makes me wonder about all the other average bands that didn't. At the 1994 Big Day Out, I can still see in my mind's bleary eye, the lead singer of local Adelaide band The Blood Sucking Freaks crouching down and excreting a hot steaming poo live on stage. Fame seems to have alluded them to date. Perhaps if another band member ate it, or they had tighter brighter pants? You just never know. Rock stardom seems part random, part pathway dependent (to use an economics terms) and part other stuff to me.
The Dirt will not destroy iRateBooks. It will only make us more fashionable somehow I feel.
Also, for those of you who truly love artful hysterically deprecating musical reviews, please have a look at Dr. David Thorpe's Metal overview. His psychological analyses of modern pop tunes is also rather worth a look.
2 comments:
Quite disturbed by the poo story... :o) Are you scarred by this experience?
No, not really. And not even the Ozzie story in the book where he drinks urine. A truly disturbed professional would do this without an audience.
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