The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee

The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band

Whiskey and porn stars, hot reds and car crashes, black leather and high heels, overdoses and death. This is the life of Mötley Crüe, the heaviest drinking, hardest fighting, most oversexed and arrogant band in the world. Their unbelievable exploits are the stuff of rock 'n' roll legend. They nailed the hottest chicks, started the bloodiest fights, partied with the biggest...

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  • Lilly

    There's a scene in Gilmore Girls where Lorelei stays home one night because she can't put this book down. I can fully understand why now.

    I loved this book. We read books to escape, and this book had me leave my world and be a cliche rock star in the hair metal 80s. It's not about liking hair metal, and it's not about liking rock, and it's not even about Motley Crue (who I knew nothing about at the start of this adventure). It's about what drives people, how lives intersect, and about page-turnin

    There's a scene in Gilmore Girls where Lorelei stays home one night because she can't put this book down. I can fully understand why now.

    I loved this book. We read books to escape, and this book had me leave my world and be a cliche rock star in the hair metal 80s. It's not about liking hair metal, and it's not about liking rock, and it's not even about Motley Crue (who I knew nothing about at the start of this adventure). It's about what drives people, how lives intersect, and about page-turning, fun writing, from a professional writing. I think not knowing about them was actually a benefit, because I never anticipated what was coming. In short, I loved it loved it. Look forward to reading more of Strauss's books asap.

    Warning: The Surgeon General advises that reading this book could get "Dr. Feelgood" in your head for periods of up to 6 hours. Consider yourselves warned.

  • East Bay J

    I’m not a huge Crue fan. Their first two LPs spent a fair amount of time on my teenage turntable but, by the time

    pranced and prissed its way into release, I had lost interest. I do like some Crue songs enough to get stoked when I hear them, even later compositions like “All In The Name Of…”, “Kickstart My Heart” or “Wild Side”. Their ballads stand out of the 80’s hair metal miasma as being of a certain quality. “Nona” and “Without You” are just the right mix of sincerity and sap

    I’m not a huge Crue fan. Their first two LPs spent a fair amount of time on my teenage turntable but, by the time

    pranced and prissed its way into release, I had lost interest. I do like some Crue songs enough to get stoked when I hear them, even later compositions like “All In The Name Of…”, “Kickstart My Heart” or “Wild Side”. Their ballads stand out of the 80’s hair metal miasma as being of a certain quality. “Nona” and “Without You” are just the right mix of sincerity and sap to win a place in the hardest rock ‘n roll heart. The Crue had a real knack for writing catchy, hook laden pop hits disguised as hard rockin’ party music. That may be the one claim to genius they can make.

    A recent viewing of

    awakened in me an interest in the band. Most of it came down to watching Mick Mars tear out his trademark blues based rock riffs and licks, plus hearing songs I haven’t heard in years. What brought

    into my home was watching

    , which I thoroughly enjoyed, in part due to the fact it made Lee seem less of a brain damaged ass. Not much less, though. His delight in the “titty cam” in

    is more than enough to remind even drug addled bikers that Lee would not make a good date for your sister.

    And that, folks, set the stage for me paying hard earned money for

    , the one and only Motley Crue autobiography. I decided to buy it, take it home with me, own it, absorb it. By the time I got to the counter, I was excited enough to read

    that the clerk’s visible displeasure over my purchase left me nothing but thrilled.

    The story of Motley Crue as told by the band and those around them holds your attention like an accident scene or autopsy video. This should come as no surprise from the band that brought us “Girls, Girls, Girls”, “Too Fast For Love” and “Dr. Feelgood”, who glorified sex, drug abuse, sex, drinking, sex, debauchery and even sex, who collectively did time and O.D.’d several times, who killed a member of Hanoi Rocks, lived fast, rocked hard and kept things real, real simple (as in “duh”). Tales of sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll are in ample supply.

    What you don’t expect is the occasional tug on the ol’ heartstrings. When you read in their own words about the times these losses tore their lives apart, the members of Motley Crue suddenly seem infinitely more human.

    What touched me most was Mick Mars discussing his struggle with ankylosing spondylitis, a degenerative bone disease that caused Mars considerable, intense pain and discomfort even before the Crue formed. “What struck me most about the diagnosis was that the disease contained the word ‘losing.’ I had lost.” The disease reduces Mars’ movements to a minimum, which was frustrating for the guitarist on stage. “I’d get so upset every night watching the way that Nikki and Vince run all over the stage. All I can do is plod around and, when a fan in front starts cheering, muster a smile, say hey, or try to throw them a pick.” Just as watching

    made me appreciate Mars as a guitarist, reading what he had to say made me appreciate him as a person.

    The other three are pigs.

    seems incredibly honest and that may be its strongest point. A clear picture of who Sixx, Mars, Lee and Neil are, good and bad qualities, emerges as the stories unfold. You realize how simultaneously cool and irritating (and dangerous) it might be to hang around these guys. Full of great stories, pictures and examples of the low point of human evolution,

    is a surefire source of thrills and chills aplenty.

  • Paul Hathaway

    11am. Woke up. Vomited. Started reading this book.

    4pm. Neck started hurting. Took huge amounts of cocaine, bottle of Alleve, 5th of Jack, decided reading in bed wasn't the best thing for my posture.

    4:15pm. Went crazy, destroyed hotel room, terrified groupies in varying stages of dress, played rock show.

    6pm. Was woken up, informed previous rock show was in head by manager, told had to go to real rock show later. Read more book.

    8pm. Arrived @ show. Drank 2 more bottles of Jack, took huge amounts o

    11am. Woke up. Vomited. Started reading this book.

    4pm. Neck started hurting. Took huge amounts of cocaine, bottle of Alleve, 5th of Jack, decided reading in bed wasn't the best thing for my posture.

    4:15pm. Went crazy, destroyed hotel room, terrified groupies in varying stages of dress, played rock show.

    6pm. Was woken up, informed previous rock show was in head by manager, told had to go to real rock show later. Read more book.

    8pm. Arrived @ show. Drank 2 more bottles of Jack, took huge amounts of cocaine from skin of groupies in varying stages of dress, played rock show.

    10pm. Read more book, much to dismay of grouping in varying stages of dress, who proceeded to do huge amounts of cocaine.

    4am. Finished book. Shot heroin into eyeball, called supermodel girlfriend, told her I loved our kid, vomited.

    11am. Woke up.

    That was a great book!

  • evelyn

    i remember when i was 13 or so and i finally realized that all of the r.l. stine books i'd been reading were pretty trashy and devoid of any literary merit. i felt a little silly for devouring something like 100 fear street books. i didn't feel too bad about it, though. i mean, i was reading, and it wasn't like i ONLY read fear street books. i read good stuff too.

    this book is like that, only now i'm 25, and this book is friggin DIRTY. i kind of feel like i'm writing a review for soft porn right

    i remember when i was 13 or so and i finally realized that all of the r.l. stine books i'd been reading were pretty trashy and devoid of any literary merit. i felt a little silly for devouring something like 100 fear street books. i didn't feel too bad about it, though. i mean, i was reading, and it wasn't like i ONLY read fear street books. i read good stuff too.

    this book is like that, only now i'm 25, and this book is friggin DIRTY. i kind of feel like i'm writing a review for soft porn right now. who bothers to tell everyone that they read this?

    because this book is fucking RIVETING. i read all 425 pages in 3 days. i don't like motley crue. i don't even like metal (or whatever you want to call motley crue. see? i don't even know!). i could not put this stupid book down.

    i cannot, in good conscience, recommend this book to any of my friends. you will probably think i'm a really gross person who reads trash. it's ridiculously entertaining, though, you guys. i'm serious. i'm putting it in the "beach reads" box at the beach house. when was the last time i read 425 pages in 3 days? harry potter i guess. this is like smutty harry potter.

    put that on a dust jacket. smutty harry potter.

  • BAM The Bibliomaniac

    I think I'm going to be sick 🤢

    Take a bath, please just once take a shower and wear cleans clothing

    I read Sixx's Heroin Diaries and was creeped out by the level of neglect, filth, and absolute sadness in his life.

    All of the decrepitude is a cry for help.

    "They are savages with cash who care nothing about nobody, even each other."-Doc McGhee

    Full RTC

  • Ana

    This is the best thing ever.

  • Sarah

    Let’s be clear. I have zero authority when it comes to reviewing music. Especially heavy metal. The extent of my music knowledge begins and ends with absentmindedly humming along to a 90′s pop radio station while I’m out running errands. About as far away from Mötley Crüe as one can get. And I REALLY don’t know how I went from an obsession with orca and environmentalism to an obsession with a random 80′s heavy metal band in the span of only a few weeks. But here we are…

    All of that said, I truly

    Let’s be clear. I have zero authority when it comes to reviewing music. Especially heavy metal. The extent of my music knowledge begins and ends with absentmindedly humming along to a 90′s pop radio station while I’m out running errands. About as far away from Mötley Crüe as one can get. And I REALLY don’t know how I went from an obsession with orca and environmentalism to an obsession with a random 80′s heavy metal band in the span of only a few weeks. But here we are…

    All of that said, I truly had no idea how badass (and completely, 100% fucking bat-shit crazy) Mötley Crüe was until I picked up this book. I remember my dad talking about them when I was young, but I had no inkling of what they were about and could not for the life of me comprehend why anyone would voluntarily listen to that screeching and screaming of profanities, barely understandable through the distortion of mic and amp. Entertainment? Really?

    Well, long story short, I get it now. And I LOVE IT.

    For all the naive youngsters (and maybe not-so-youngsters) like me out there, Mötley Crüe is exactly that: a ragged group of disturbed, endlessly destructive, and oddly talented, men who somehow made it out alive, still decked out in heels and leather, after decades of inhuman levels of partying. Literally. These guys are the definition of go big or go home.

    Overdose after overdose, fist fight after fist fight, arrest after arrest– Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, Vince Neil, and Nikki Sixx somehow held it together long enough to become one of the most famous and successful heavy metal bands of their generation. Each with a very different personality and their own unique brand of vice, they bonded into a twisted gang that rocked the world (and ruined millions of dollars worth of property, more than a couple of lives, and their own physical and mental health along the way).

    Written by the band members themselves, with the help of Neil Strauss, this memoir-style book chronicles their impossible journey (as individuals and as Mötley Crüe) from their own perspectives. And it blew my mind.

    So read The Dirt! And, if you liked it as much as I did, get tickets for Mötley Crüe’s final tour (apparently this is the ACTUAL final tour– I understand they’ve had a couple…) which is happening this year. Serendipitous timing, in fact. Their last show in Utah is scheduled for next week, and yes, I’ll be there. Completely out of place– a poser among rockers– but hopefully enjoying the madness nonetheless.

    I may even have an extra beer or two in the name of chaos. ;)

  • Mariℓina

    A train wreck happening right in front your eyes, both horrid and spectacular.

    I am not a fan of Motley Crue but The Dirt is one of the best books on the rock memoirs genre, so i had to read it. Indeed, it's brilliant and no matter how you feel about the group, their antics or their music, you will end up loving their journey to stardom.

    Filthy, almost gory at some points, insanely sad and painful at others, the only word that comes to mind in the end, is captivating! And horrifically so..

    I have t

    A train wreck happening right in front your eyes, both horrid and spectacular.

    I am not a fan of Motley Crue but The Dirt is one of the best books on the rock memoirs genre, so i had to read it. Indeed, it's brilliant and no matter how you feel about the group, their antics or their music, you will end up loving their journey to stardom.

    Filthy, almost gory at some points, insanely sad and painful at others, the only word that comes to mind in the end, is captivating! And horrifically so..

    I have to admit firstly that the book is filled with egomaniac people telling a story with no real ending but if you want to taste the true sociological time-frame of the 80's in Los Angeles, this book provides that and more, so turn a blind eye and dive in..

    We all know, they ain't no Stones, Beatles, Led Zeppelin or Queen, i myself am not very fond of their nauseating songs or their extraterrestrial outfits and still there was something that pulled me in, maybe the gruesome stories or maybe it was the attitude. They are all hedonists, with big, loud and rude mouths and only Tommy Lee is the the real musician of the bunch and surprisingly so the only sane -laugh all you want, it's true- and likeable member, imagine that.

    Let me though state that Nikki Sixx is the mastermind behind the whole endeavor and the creator of it all. He was so determined to make it happen no matter what, he was the the director if you will. And even though he sucked at playing bass, he made it. And that's the main story, told by many POVs but mainly by the four members of the crew. Some parts are too stretched out resulting in making the reader sleepy but i believe the overall mood is terrific.

    You see i am not only trying to see it from a sociological aspect or as a rock star stories junkie that i surely am, but from another interesting perspective. I usually read Rock Star romances and it's great to find out how real rock musicians or metal groups behave. Sometimes when i read a book of this particular genre i feel that the authors exaggerate terribly, but if you research the reality of it all, those in books seem quite timid, don't they?

    So buckle up and have fun with this madness of a book, if you end up hating it, at least it was refreshing and totally consuming! You will read it in one sitting i'm sure.

    THOUGHTS ABOUT THE BOOK

    - Neil Strauss did and amazing job and gathered incredible details, photos and anecdotes. Also he showed every perspective by interviewing people who had a dispute with the band.

    - The writing is captivating.

    - I loved the retrospect. Many of the members have changed a lot and finally grew up. Not Vince Neil though.

    - I wanted to smash their heads in multiple occasions.

    - I guess the biggest plus is that everytime you feel the need to do that, the universe response. They had a lot of misfortune.

    - Neil's story of losing his daughter, completely gutted me. I couldn't stop crying.

  • Michelle M

    Holy crap. Were the stories of rock and roll decadence entertaining? Absolutely! All the insider reports were delightful even. But I still came away feeling sad, sad that music and the non-stop consumption of drugs, alcohol, women and stuff seemed to be the only way these men could fill the gaping holes in themselves. Sad at the wreckage they left behind wherever they went. Sad that they seemed to be flailing for meaning even with all the fame and money they craved. Sad that their demons and the

    Holy crap. Were the stories of rock and roll decadence entertaining? Absolutely! All the insider reports were delightful even. But I still came away feeling sad, sad that music and the non-stop consumption of drugs, alcohol, women and stuff seemed to be the only way these men could fill the gaping holes in themselves. Sad at the wreckage they left behind wherever they went. Sad that they seemed to be flailing for meaning even with all the fame and money they craved. Sad that their demons and their egos got in the way of true greatness of craft again and again.

    Thank you, Motley Crue, for the music of my youth. For the sound of 45,000 people screaming SHOUT AT THE DEVIL in the Coloseum. And thank you for not having your roadies pick me and my friend to take backstage that one time. DAYUM.

    I truly wish them peace.

    Shout out to Lorelai Gilmore, for reminding me I had this on my "to read" shelf!

  • Tziggy

    Great read for anyone who ever dreamed of being in an 80s band or a fan of the group. The way that they came to fruition along with some of the things they had to deal with in their lives were remarkable. A relatively easy read, as well.


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