Title: Motley Crue: The Dirt – Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band
Authors: Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx and Neil Strauss
Published: 2001
Pages: 431
Genre: Autobiography
Bought at: bookdepository.com

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 drug dealers, and got to know the inside of every jail cell from California to Japan. They have dedicated an entire career to living life to its extreme, from the greatest fantasies to the darkest tragedies. Tommy married two international sex symbols; Vince killed a man and lost a daughter to cancer; Nikki overdosed, rose from the dead, and then OD’d again the next day; and Mick shot a woman and tried to hang his own brother. But that’s just the beginning. Fueled by every drug they could get their hands on and obscene amounts of alcohol, driven by fury and headed straight for hell, Mötley Crüe raged through two decades, leaving behind a trail of debauched women, trashed hotel rooms, crashed cars, psychotic managers, and broken bones that has left the music industry cringing to this day. All these unspeakable acts, not to mention their dire consequences, are laid bare in The Dirt.

Here — directly from Nikki, Vince, Tommy, and Mick — is the unexpurgated version of the whole glorious, gut-wrenching story. In these pages, published for the first time anywhere, are Tommy Lee’s letters to Pamela Anderson from prison: Mick’s confession to having an incurable disease that is slowly killing him; Vince’s experience burying his own daughter — and the train wreck that his life became afterward; and Nikki’s anguished struggle to deal with an entire life fueled by anger over his childhood abandonment, his discovery of the family he never knew he had — and his subsequent loss of them. And all of it accompanied by scores of rare, never-before-published photographs, mug shots, and handwritten lyrics. No one is spared. Not David Lee Roth, Ozzy Osbourne, Vanity, Aerosmith, Heather Locklear, AC/DC, Lita Ford, Iron Maiden, Pamela Anderson, Guns N’ Roses, Donna D’Errico, RATT, or those two girls from Dallas, Texas.

Make no mistake about it: these guys are geniuses. They invented glam metal and then left it in the dust; sold more than forty million albums from Shout at the Devil to Dr. Feelgood; toured the world dozen times and have the scars to prove it it; and maintained a rabid following in an era of throwaway pop stars. Mötley Crüe has done nothing less than tattoo the psyche of the entire MTV generation. They are the ultimate rock ‘n’ roll band. And if you don’t believe it, read The Dirt. You don’t know what decadence is…

I bought this book last year, I guess. Why didn’t I read it earlier? I read The Heroin Diaries before I puchase this book. I must say The Heroin Diaries got me hooked and the book is soooo good!

The Dirt was written before the Heroin Diaries. And, I was hooked as well. It’s quite thick, 400-ish pages and I need 4 days to finish it.

It’s a rollercoaster ride where the 4 Motley dudes took you to Hollywood, where they opened the door for hair metal band to pop up on MTV in 1980s. From Whisky A Go Go to the huge arena in Moscow, the guys had their ups and downs, up, and down again, and up again, and then down to alcohol and drug-binges.

They’ve been through hell and all the craziness that you thought it onlg happened in porn movies. This book is sick!

I learned about Mick’s struggle with health, Nikki’s dark past, Vince’s tough upbringing and Tommy’s insecurity (I don’t understand why he had to deal with all those craziness, because he said his parents are fun-loving and still together).

Motley Crue rose to stardom and those guys didn’t know how to handle it. They’re still babies, they were on drugs before Motley was famous, they even punched guys without particular reasons.

The saddest part was when Nikki told about his long-lost sister. I read about it in Heroin diaries, but still the chapter brought tears to my eyes.

The Dirt is not about drugs, sex and name-dropping. It’s about finding one true self, brotherhood, and the disadvantage of being an asshole.

The Dirt is one of the best rock autobiographies, besides The Heroin Diaries.