Gotta love this dude:
“Sex to me was always about conquest. Girls were a form of entertainment, nothing more, and when heroin came along, it blew them away,” Sixx writes in “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star,” out this month.
Once, in a London heroin den before a show in the late 1980s, “I OD’d on the spot,” Sixx relates. “My lips turned purple. I was gone. The story I heard was that the dealer grabbed his baseball bat and tried to beat the [bleep]ing life into me. He couldn’t, so he flung me over his shoulder to dump me in the trash, because nobody wants a dead rock star lying around.”
Sixx recovered and tried rehab, but “one nurse kept telling me to sit back down – so I spat in her face, jumped out the window and took off.”
When Sixx took up with Prince’s sexy backup singer Vanity, “I thought of [her] as a disposable human being, like a used needle. Once its purpose was fulfilled, it was ready for the trash, only to be dug up if you were really desperate.”
Remembering his conquests was tough, Sixx writes. “Once I answered the door and some crazy woman started yelling at me and calling me a asshole. I asked her what her fucking problem was, this made her go even more insane. It turns out she gave me a blowjob at my party last week and expected me to remember it.”
Sometimes his flings backfired badly. “I met this mulatto girl . . . who was so beautiful. I was thinking this one’s a keeper. Then she said that she had a kid and she needs money for rent and could I help her with her car payment and school for her kid. She was really pouring it on . . . blah, blah, blah . . . I kicked her out. Damn it, maybe I’m a dirt magnet.”
“Cheer Up Murray” — Flight of the Conchords (mp3)
India’s middle class doesn’t give a shit about politics; hey, neither do I.
Blue Hippo cheats people in Florida.
Rodney Harrison does HGH.
Siobhan Donaghy at Idolator.
Dissing your wife in an op-ed is about as boring as it gets.
Upcoming Sigur Ros documentary.
Hype Machine’s index of mp3 blogs.
If you’re looking for something fun to do in New York on Sunday night:
Awesome Rachel Stevens photoset.
Information about a sweet podcast you should probably be listening to.
Leo Strauss is the man, I will do my Leo Strauss post next summer when I have finished his oooooeuvre.
I almost pulled a car off this guy, instead these guys did.
“I Was Married” — Tegan and Sara (mp3)
“Like O, Like H” — Tegan and Sara (mp3)
Buy The Con here.
“Next Train” — Paleo (mp3)
Paleo myspace
“Pee Wee’s Dance” — Joeski Love (mp3)
College students start fires.
They got laws for the white man and laws for the black man — we all know that.
Lefty Frizzell said you don’t have to experience everything to sing about it. But you’ve got to believe it.
I think what we’re lacking in music today is it seems like all the good stories have been already taken. “Stardust” has already been written. “Your Cheatin’ Heart.” “Imagine.” God almighty, lightning may never strike again like that.
If only somebody could come up with something different — start a new trend. Real music. If only somebody could sing a song, had something to say, had a good melody, and could do it in person, without help from any electronics. I think the people would go nuts. It’s bound to happen. There’s got to be a guy out there somewhere. A natural.
Jeff Tweedy’s Living Room set.
Bat for Lashes is the most appealing new act around.
Bat for Lashes wiki
Sweet downloads from Grizzly Bear and Sparrow House.
Poor Amy Winehouse.
Technorati’s WTF indicator.
“Winter Kids” — Otter Petter (mp3)
Tracks from Glass Candy.
Brian DePalma’s new film.
BLOGS WE ARE COMPLIMENTING ON THEIR PASSION FOR THEMSELVES RIGHT NOW
Keeping an eye on the Kansas City music scene.
Sweet mixtape from Instrumental Analysis.
Badminton Stamps, forevermore.
Aesop Rock review.
Three Imaginary Girls. Awesome photos from Download Festival.
PREVIOUSLY ON THIS RECORDING
I would not be surprised if I went to the Michelle Obama well again.
Here’s an e-mail I got about the Obama article:
AC,
Fetishizing an intelligent black woman for her looks and intelligence seems racist? Also, how can you live with yourself after linking to that Kelly Ripa pic?
Ouch.
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