Tommy Lee is calling long-distance, but I feel like I’m partying next to him. He sounds groggy, raspy and non-stop as ever while spewing nicotine into my ear. Hell, I can practically see his bloodshot eyes on the other end of the phone. By the time I hang up the phone, I feel drunk by association. I also feel a nagging need to shower away the toxins.
Having just read Vince Neil’s autobiography, “Tattoos & Tequila,” I will now see Motley Crue through different eyes. To be perfectly blunt, and perhaps not surprisingly, Vince hates his band mates and views the Crue as a marriage that continues for the sake of the kids.
Fifteen years before Marilyn Manson was the “Antichrist Superstar,” Motley Crue was “Public Enemy No. 1.” Sporting thrift-store bondage gear and singing about quickie sex in elevators, the Crue went from Los Angeles alleys to worldwide stardom as poster boys for teen lust.
By Metal Dave In 2006, I quit the corporate world and took a shot at becoming a full-time freelance writer. With bills to pay, my personal preferences went out the window forcing me to hustle for any and every writing gig that was even remotely related to rock music (hence an interview with INXS on…