Just finished Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis of them Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not entirely sure why I read it, never having been a particular Chili Peppers fan, though I've never loathed them as many do in the circles I move in, such as this one.
Fucking hell. On the basis of this book, Anthony Kiedis is the world's most airheaded narcissistic tosser. On the one hand, there's no particular focus or theme beyond covering everything that's happened in his life in a basically linear fashion, but two themes emerge basically by virtue of the sheer detail in which he covers them: he has had sex with every woman in the world, and he has taken every drug in the world.
He lists a litany of crimes committed during his adolescence, including assault and theft, but seems to have no sense of perspective about any of them. He doesn't say anything along the lines of "Boy, I was fucking insane!" or "I look back at this story and feel ashamed now", or anything like that. It's just "So I kicked the shit out of the guy and took his stuff so I could sell it for drugs." End of story.
Here's one excerpt I found astonishing:
The next day we drove to Baton Rouge, and of course, she came with us. After we got offstage, she came up to me and said, ‘I have something to tell you. My father’s the chief of police and the entire state of Louisiana is looking for me because I’ve gone missing. Oh, and besides that, I’m only fourteen.’ I wasn’t incredibly scared, because in my somewhat deluded mind, I knew that if she told the chief of police she was in love with me, he wasn’t going to have me taken out to a field and shot, but I did want to get her the hell back home right away. So we had sex one more time.
He explains that this encounter inspired the song Catholic Schoolgirls Rule. Badass!
This, from an account of his short-lived relationship with Sinead O'Connor, made me laugh out loud: "She just wouldn’t let me into her door, so to speak. And I don’t just mean vaginally."
There's very little on the business of actually making music. By far the most entertaining parts are his descriptions of being a smack addict in the late 90s, by which point he was a millionaire and superstar. At one point he booked himself into a luxury hotel suite and lived off heorin and room service for several weeks; when he got back to his mansion he found it completely empty. He had no idea what had happened and realised that he had put it on the market months ago, completely forgotten, and now it had been sold. On another occasion he breaks out of rehab, runs from the orderlies, walks into a car dealer and drives out with a new car, off to buy drugs. Wicked!!