When it comes to how tragic some rockstars are in their personal lives, there's a certain level of amusement, and a certain level of sick admiration (easily disguised as curiosity.) I was relieved that that's not what Nikki Sixx was going for--I appreciated that, though I generally still resented him (and his friends) the entire time I read the book.
Judging from his diaries, I probably would have been his friend, but he most likely would have ignored all my calls.
That type of thing.
Turns out JD Salinger is a regular genius when it comes to understanding people like Nikki Sixx, the rest of the Crue, their contemporaries, all musicians everywhere, and me. Salinger says it best in this simple statement:
But young poets beware. If you want us to remember your best poems at least as fondly as we do your Racy, Colorful Lives, it might be as well to give us one good field mouse, flushed by the heart, in every stanza.
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