Turns out, "Take Me To The Top" was their first tune. I'm enjoying reading about trivial stuff- like the other band-names they considered using, Vince's earlier group, Rockandi-who covered tunes by THE SWEET, ROTH showing up to introduce them at the Starwood, the broad who bought him all his bitchin' leather gear, their nasty apartment near the Whiskey, Lita and Nikki, that kinda junk. Most readers are probably interested in the usual sex and drugs stories, but I already read "Hit Parader" and "Circus", back in the day, so yeah, I know they got to bang a lot of groupies. He considers the Slaughter dudes, from the Vince Neil Band, his real friends, and Jack Blades-the Nuge sidekick, from Night Ranger. Strangely, he says he's the odd man out, of the Crue, like Adler was in Guns. He describes his business arrangement with the Crue like an amicable divorce, with joint custody of the children. I understood why many were so tittilated by "The Dirt", but some stories of Motley's exploits seemed more "dumb" than "sensational". I never got to even glimpse that hardback coffee-table book, "Hollywood Rocks", even though they quoted some stuff I'd written, in the accompanying box-set. It's all just lawyers, accountants, and the mistresses and relatives, of lawyers and accountants. Just producer-oriented, assembly-line hip-pop, and mall-ready emo geeks, whose parents know entertainment lawyers. A band as unique as "Too Fast"-era Crue, even through "Shout At The Devil".just never happens, anymore. Nowadays, the producer would carp that Mick was too metal, and too old, or that Vince couldn't hit the Susan Boyle Broadway notes, like Robin Zander. "Shout At The Devil" was pretty awesome, too.The other cool part about the Crue story is how they were a real band, who found one another, honestly, and came together, misfits united, for a common purpose. I mean, they were Sputnik, before Sputnik. In the cop shades and black and red leather. The perfect soundtrack to whatever wrongheaded, sicko, shenanigans bad teenagers could get into.AND they looked kooler than any other rock group, ever. It was innovative, heart-felt, adolescent, snotty, Bruce Lee, dangerous, Silver Surfin', futuristic, hard rock bubble gum. "Too Fast For Love" was Motley's absolute peak, in my book. Even he was no young Vince Neil, though, and his range was more in league with Bach, and Rose. Remember the Glamour Punks, anyone? I saw a dude, named Billy Fox, jam with Lizzie Grey, on Motley's eternal, "Public Enemy #1" and he had a spark of old Motley. No one's really ever been able to capture that immaculately conceived audio equivalent to a golden age Marvel comic book. "Too Fast For Love" was one of the most original sounding, badass, punk-metal master-pieces, ever. That tune 'DJ Ashba, apparently, co-wrote, "Saints Of Los Angeles", was the best thing Motley's done since I dunno how far back. Hammer, but folks told me, the Hammer-man was trying to bring Vince to God. I saw one episode of the reality show where Vince was getting the plastic surgery, and you know, if these dinosaurs from the hairbands, want to embarrass themselves, on national tv, why not let 'em? I missed his run on the "Surreal World" with M.C. I guess it's not his fault, that the corrupt American justice system lets the lawless rich do whatever they please. If Vince Neil is rich enough to fly his ex-wife's dogs around, why doesn't he just hire a driver? He is obviously a speed demon, still collecting those expensive race cars. I don't know what to think about all these ongoing reports of the Motley Crue, and Guns N Roses guys beating up women, but having just read Adler's book, one CAN easily see, how crazy predators could target these guys, and attempt to engineer phony domestic-abuse dramas, in pursuit of money, or just latching themselves on to fame. Having said that, it must be tough for the families of Razzle, and the passengers of the other car, that came away handicapped, to see that VINCE continues to drink and drive. Simpson of the eighties", my heart has sort of softened towards him, it showed a nagging, and haunted, self-awareness for his reponsibility, in the tragic accident, that robbed the world of one of it's most beloved real rock'nroll personalities. Ever since I saw Vince regretfully refer to himself as, the "O.J. 'Seems like it's actually old show-biz Nikki, who thought it'd be a good idea to distastefully, entitle that compilation, "Music To Crash Your Car By", a few years ago. As a life-long fan of Hanoi Rocks, I've been pretty judgmental, 'pretty harsh on old Vince, throughout the years.
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