The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band Audible Audiobook – Unabridged
Now a Netflix original movie starring Machine Gun Kelly, Daniel Webber, Douglas Booth, and Iwan Rheon, directed by Jeff Tremaine.
Celebrate over 30 years of the world's most notorious rock band with the audiobook edition of The Dirt - the outrageous, legendary, no-holds-barred autobiography of Mötley Crüe.
Fans have gotten glimpses into the band's crazy world of backstage scandals, celebrity love affairs, roller-coaster drug addictions, and immortal music in Mötley Crüe books like Tommyland and The Heroin Diaries, but now the full spectrum of sin and success by Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, and Mick Mars is an open book in The Dirt.
Joe Levy at Rolling Stone calls The Dirt "without a doubt...the most detailed account of the awesome pleasures and perils of rock & roll stardom I have ever read. It is completely compelling and utterly revolting."
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|Listening Length||14 hours and 43 minutes|
|Author||Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx, Mick Mars|
|Narrator||Sebastian York, Roger Wayne, Fred Berman, MacLeod Andrews, Hillary Huber|
|Audible.com.au Release Date||25 June 2019|
|Best Sellers Rank|| 4,222 in Audible Books & Originals (See Top 100 in Audible Books & Originals) |
55 in Biographies of Composers & Musicians
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Disappointed that music was hardly talked about, just their excesses
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You might remember Motley Crue, although it’s likely to be for their non musical activities rather than such classics as Girls Girls Girls. This book starts well in dealing with how the Banana Splits met, each member giving their view of how things unfolded. It works and is entertaining - as kids the Splits had it tough and went through various travails until the final line up was established. You get lots of extraneous tips, like if you’ve been out fooling around with a girl and don’t want your other half to know then wrapping your member in a kebab gets rid of the smell of female. Class.
A pivotal moment is when the Splits spend time with Van Halen’s high prince, David Lee Roth. You sense that our boys see DLR as the measure for their future aspirations although in the Splits case they’ll amp DLR up to 11. As an example, we’re regaled with a tale of a hotel jape in which a woman has a telephone inserted in her following which the Splits telephone room service. How we laughed as the boys shout in the phone while struggling to hear what the person on the front desk is saying. The woman into whom the telephone was inserted was laughing though, so that’s OK. It’s not in any way exploitative or abusive. Later, one of the Splits has a swimming pool built in the shape of that part of a woman’s anatomy. I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t have a water slide added in the shape of a phone.
The Banana Splits are soon on the cusp of world domination including a trip to the UK. Here one of the Splits rubs up against some established UK act. It might have been Deputy Dawg, I can’t recall. Anyway, the Split concerned beds the unfortunate Dawgs wife. Take that Deputy Dawg and move over, the new cartoon characters are in town!
Unfortunately things unravel in somewhat catastrophic style. One night the Splits are hosting the Scooby Doo crew. The booze soon runs out so Drooper takes a Banana Buggy downtown to pick up more supplies. He takes Scooby with him. It’s been raining and on the way back Drooper takes a bend at speed, looses control and hits a vehicle coming in the opposite direction. The young couple in the other vehicle suffer life changing injuries. Drooper also knows that he’s killed Scooby when he sees the collar with ‘SD’ in the road. It’s a disaster, not least because Drooper could be personally liable. Not to worry though, one of the army of smooth talking lawyers spots that if the Splits were hosting the Scooby Doo crew then it’s in effect a ‘work’ meeting so the bands insurance will pay off any costs. Phew, close call or what.
The financial needs of the injured couple are met and that’s the last we hear of them. No visits, no calls to ask ‘how are Ya doing’, no real contrition. Just collateral damage in the quest for self gratification. Drooper is pretty cut up about Scooby’s death though, along with the inevitable jail term this could entail. Again the smooth talking lawyers demonstrate their worth and get Drooper a reduced sentence on condition he goes around schools saying ‘hey kids, don’t do drugs’. Or something like that.
Poor old Drooper does have to do time though. The other three Splits pay little heed to this and visit only rarely resulting in much ‘woe is me’ baloney from Drooper. Boo hoo, or not. The remaining splits have their own problems to cope with. Bingo has an unfortunate propensity for getting loaded and spending the night in lap dance/ strip joints. Here he’ll meet a woman, usually a porn star with her own issues. They hook up, get married the next day and then divorce three weeks later on the grounds of the femme being a psycho. This happens several times - I was under the impression that doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result is a sign of madness, but I could be wrong.
True love kind of wins out when Bingo scores a date with Pamela Anderson! Wow!! On the way to meet her Bingo calls at an adult store where he purchases various toys and lubes. Honestly, how many men on a first date think ‘I know what I’ll do to impress, I’ll turn up with a truck load of vibrators’. No, me neither. Anyway, Pammie isn’t phased and they get married, film the consummation following which it gets purloined and we know what happens next. Somewhat surprisingly the marriage doesn’t last ending in an array of guns being brandished and cops being called.
Running tandem to this the Splits have a deal with Elektra. Unfortunately said Elektra have noticed that each successive record sells significantly less than the one before and before you know it, the band are without a deal. This for me was the genuinely funny bit as it’s accompanied by more self pity than you can shake a stick at. The icing on the cake is the fact that the Elektra coup de grace is delivered by - wait for it - a woman! You can imagine the cat calling that accompanies that. Hilarious.
After this, the Banana Splits are reduced to playing a scout hut in Indiana and a phone box in Arkansas. Alas, they rally and pick up some more momentum.
These are shoddy people, excepting Mick Mars who spends much of the book on the periphery of the madness. At the end of it all it’s the two kids who were in that car crash I feel sorry for. Them, and the endless parade of women who fleetingly pass through the book. Maybe the band could have released a record and donated the proceeds to a women’s refuge or to those with injuries caused by others. But no, instead in 2003 they released a compilation album called ‘Music To Crash Your Car To’. Hilarious isn’t it?
And I'm so glad that I did.
Amazing read of a rock band's life and debauched times...and a testament to the body and mind to survive. Just.
I like the way that the chapters are written... I can imagine that there is much that has not been included due to numerous reasons, which makes it even more jaw dropping.
I'm gonna miss reading it.
And no matter how outrageous you think your life has been, there's always someone who can top it...and I think these guys have. Completely.
Let's be honest; there is a lot of sex, drugs and personal vitriol in this book so it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea but, at the end of the day, this is the inside story of a hard hitting rock 'n' roll band.
I'm not a fan of biographies/autobiographies but this book offers a different perspective. For one, many of the stories and incidents are reported from more than one perspective, so you don't get a biased viewpoint. Secondly, there are contributions from people outside the band, moving it away from the normal egocentric feel of the celebrity bio which is generally all "woe is me", "why me", "look at what I've achieved" etc.
There are some fascinating tales, a lot of soul searching and a very good insight into one of the most destructive bands in history. Even if you're not a big fan, there's plenty to keep you interested in this book.