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

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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Title:The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band
Author:Tommy Lee
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ISBN:0060989157
Edition Language:English
Format Type:Paperback
Number of Pages:431 pages

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

  • Lilly
    Mar 19, 2007

    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.

  • KW
    Sep 19, 2007

    I ripped through "The Dirt" while suffering from a nasty bout of the flu. Because of its accessibility, its fast pace and its sporadic-yet-easy-to-track narrative (which simply switches between points of view), I finished it in about a day and a half.

    I will admit to never having been a huge fan of Motley Crue, or hair metal in general. I could take or leave Warrant, Poison, Ratt, et cetera. I originally picked this book up because I had heard that its storytelling was both disgusting and delig

    I ripped through "The Dirt" while suffering from a nasty bout of the flu. Because of its accessibility, its fast pace and its sporadic-yet-easy-to-track narrative (which simply switches between points of view), I finished it in about a day and a half.

    I will admit to never having been a huge fan of Motley Crue, or hair metal in general. I could take or leave Warrant, Poison, Ratt, et cetera. I originally picked this book up because I had heard that its storytelling was both disgusting and delightful. A fast and giddy read, anyone will plow through the over four hundred pages here. Sometimes, you just want to read something that is fucking gross. The best anecdote involves Ozzy Osbourne. Because I don't want to make this review a spoiler, all I will disclose is this: it involves pee. The second best anecdote involves Ozzy and a blow up doll, on which he draws a Hitler mustache. He then treats the doll as his only friend for an entire weekend, sitting with it, whispering and conspiring, at the back of a tour bus.

    Not to say that the book doesn't offer some interesting commentary on fame as a syndrome that never lets its prey examine its own human fallibility, hence stunting it for years and rendering it a child in the body of a man. And admittedly, some of the most compelling chapters are written by Mick Mars, the often overlooked Crue guitarist who was diagnosed with a debilitating bone disease in his twenties. Mars is a deep dude, unabashedly dark, and is forthright with his opinion that he believes his bandmates to be total shitheads.

    In short, read this because it's fun, it's funny and it's fast. It won't kill your braincells to put down your heavy volumes for two days to read something frivolous.

  • East Bay J
    Sep 26, 2007

    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.

  • Tripp
    Feb 03, 2008

    I used to think that I could not be shocked by tales of celebrity shenanigans. Well, I was wrong. After a few recommendations I read The Dirt, the story of Motley Crue. For most of their career, the behavior of these people (Mick Mars excepted) is flat out appalling. As Nikki Sixx notes, if they were not famous they would have been in jail. I'm pretty sure that if you saw any of these people in their heyday, you would hate them immediately.

    If it was written in the 80s, it would probably have bee

    I used to think that I could not be shocked by tales of celebrity shenanigans. Well, I was wrong. After a few recommendations I read The Dirt, the story of Motley Crue. For most of their career, the behavior of these people (Mick Mars excepted) is flat out appalling. As Nikki Sixx notes, if they were not famous they would have been in jail. I'm pretty sure that if you saw any of these people in their heyday, you would hate them immediately.

    If it was written in the 80s, it would probably have been unreadable. As it was written after the end of their Crue career, the tone is more reflective. With the help of Neill Strauss, each chapter is written by a band member or a hanger-on. This was a great choice. For one, we often see where band members have different takes on the same event, or they think the other guys were unaware of behavior. Mick Mars, for example, states that no one knew he was really drinking large glasses of vodka, instead of water, pre-show. In the next chapter, another members notes that Mick always pretended to drink water. The narrative approach also humanizes these freaks. You can hear Tommy Lee talking with his frequent "It was all good, dude."

    There is self-criticism among the bragging and celebration. You get a sense they are looking for absolution. One of the more despicable members, Nikki Sixx, attempts to atone for his awful behavior to nearly everyone around him. Vince Neill is more like Lars in Some Kind of Monster, less reflection and a lot less growing up. That may be a defense, as he has some of the worst overall experiences. All of the band members face a heavy personal cost for their fame, and that provides some level of sympathy for them.

    Some people will be repelled by the book, but I found it fascinating. This is what Behind the Music would have been like if HBO did it, instead of VH1.

  • Paul Hathaway
    Feb 15, 2008

    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
    Jun 09, 2008

    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.

  • Ana
    Oct 29, 2012

    This is the best thing ever.

  • Beth F.
    Jun 05, 2015

    Mötley Whö? I was more interested in My Little Pony during the band’s heyday and my taste in music has never leaned in this direction, but I love a scandalous train wreck just as much as the next gal and this bio fit the bill. Plus, Pamela Anderson’s breasts were a seriously major topic of conversation at my high school in 1995 and when she married Tommy Lee, a whole bunch of teenagers who’d been too sheltered to care about Mötley Crüe were suddenly interested in who was getting up close and per

    Mötley Whö? I was more interested in My Little Pony during the band’s heyday and my taste in music has never leaned in this direction, but I love a scandalous train wreck just as much as the next gal and this bio fit the bill. Plus, Pamela Anderson’s breasts were a seriously major topic of conversation at my high school in 1995 and when she married Tommy Lee, a whole bunch of teenagers who’d been too sheltered to care about Mötley Crüe were suddenly interested in who was getting up close and personal with her boobies, myself included.

    Recently finding this book reminded me of that earlier fascination and I was immediately drawn to the promise of reading about a lifestyle that is so wildly different from my own.

    This book was insane. These people are fucking nuts. I’m pretty sure I hate them all and I don’t care for their music, but the book was fucking awesome.

  • Mariℓina
    Aug 07, 2015

    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 Morrell
    Jun 07, 2016

    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!