Kickstart My Heart: A Motley Crue Day-by-Day
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The<br />
’70s<br />
and<br />
Times<br />
Past<br />
N<br />
o question, it’s hard graft at times to<br />
find anything heartening and unsoiled<br />
about the sordid story of Mötley Crüe. And<br />
the band’s mostly awful experiences through<br />
childhoods and into the ’70s would seem to<br />
be no exception. It’s relentless, the poop.<br />
And yet there is one interesting and inspiring aspect to the formative years<br />
experienced <strong>by</strong> Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx, and Tommy Lee, and that is<br />
the idea that all four of them came to the band with no musical accomplishments<br />
of note. Rather, collapsing into Mötley Crüe for each of these guys, as the ’70s<br />
became the ’80s, represented a degree of desperation for each of them.<br />
Let’s lift up the rock and peer under. First off, on the surface, it would seem<br />
that if we are to ascribe desperation to Vince’s or Tommy’s situation, it would be<br />
of a lesser sort than that of Mick and Nikki. Essentially, what we will find is that<br />
the pathway to Crüe for both of these guys—friends with each other and even<br />
roommates of a sort—is quite similar.<br />
Both Tommy and Vince took a pledge of poverty and homelessness <strong>by</strong> choice,<br />
gradually extricating and estranging themselves from family life and educational<br />
convention in pursuit of the rock ’n’ roll dream—food and accommodation be<br />
damned.<br />
Nikki, on the other hand . . . on the surface, it might have seemed he was in<br />
the same boat—knocking about Hollywood with goofy-looking glam bands, hiring<br />
and firing and getting kicked out, playing house parties and scoring women and<br />
drugs instead of pay—but rather, Nikki was pushed into the squalor of Hollywood<br />
as much <strong>by</strong> a horrible broken family life as he was <strong>by</strong> rock star aspiration. For<br />
Nikki, basically unemployable because of the unrealistic and anti-society thoughts<br />
in his head, it was construct a job for himself in rock or don’t eat.<br />
And then there’s Mick, dear old Mick. Older than the rest of the guys <strong>by</strong><br />
essentially ten years, Mick multiplied that age gap <strong>by</strong> living too much hardship,<br />
wearing much of himself out, throughout those ten years before the Crüe—years<br />
when Tommy and Vince were nothing more than happy-go-lucky teenagers on the<br />
make (Nikki, not so much). Girlfriends and wives come and gone, kids birthed<br />
with no money and no prospects, ridiculous disappointments band after band . .<br />
. Mick’s life was a book before Nikki stole his first guitar (thinking it was a bass).<br />
But then we get to the end of the ’70s, and Mick gets his last chance, throwing in his<br />
lot with three guys in roughly the same desperate rock place, and just as dead broke as Mick,<br />
but not yet suffocated <strong>by</strong> disappointment, still spunked and stupidly optimistic about how<br />
hard rock is for everybody and not just the most desperate.<br />
Oh sure, read on; the guys liked their rock and there had to be some ambition in<br />
there somewhere—that is, ambition beyond the blind ambition of somehow, improbably<br />
snorting and guzzling one’s way to the top. But the reverberation one gets from the 1970s<br />
experienced <strong>by</strong> these guys is one, again, of different forms and intensities of desperation.<br />
With nowhere to live, rock is survival, and in a quick second breath, rock is chicks and<br />
drugs. Rock might also be about acceptance and love. Rock is too fast for art.