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3.58 AVERAGE
3.58 AVERAGE
funny
lighthearted
fast-paced
Better than I anticipated...it was actually quite interesting and a good read. It is pretty adult in nature at points, so beware...
This book was given to me by a friend to read. I only know of Motley from their most popular songs and most recently the Netflix movie, but getting to know Tommy from his POV was nice. He's wild and from what I can tell he's intelligent even from years of doing literally whatever tf he wanted.
Loved it!
Loved it!
This was a fun book to read. Not too deep, but funny and tender in parts. Way better than the Vince Neil autobiography.
I had never actually heard Motley Crue before, and knew of Tommy Lee only by his association to Pamela Anderson. I was told by lovely co-workers that this was a good read. It appeared in our "hilarious celebrity autobio" program, so I thought I'd give it a try, and I'm glad I did!
Tommy Lee is crude, funny, personable, and all of this comes off well in his writing style (with help from his equally funny co-author.) It was a fast, enjoyable read, shocking at times, but overall really fun. I'm going to read the Pam Anderson bio now and see if they match up.
Tommy Lee is crude, funny, personable, and all of this comes off well in his writing style (with help from his equally funny co-author.) It was a fast, enjoyable read, shocking at times, but overall really fun. I'm going to read the Pam Anderson bio now and see if they match up.
informative
medium-paced
So…if you’re reading this hoping for honesty, you should drop it, detour and head to Sixx Avenue instead. Or even, dare I say, Neil Avenue? (Lee would hate that as he hates Vince, which is all the more reason I’d do it). At least over there, you get some remorse, the aforementioned honesty with accountability. Guess after those guys wrote their books the store ran out, so T. Lee couldn’t get any…if he’d even have wanted some. (Spoiler alert: I don’t like him.)
Reading through his irresponsible tips on sex (no condoms ‘cause it’ll always be the eighties if you ask Tommy Lee) contradicting advice on what to do with your body (he insists you should be yourself, but only if you do x, y, z - I’m pretending that’s coming from the brain cells he lost to the drugs) endless rationalizing his actions, from the stuff with the band to the fight that caused his divorce with his second wife to a million other things in between, which all basically translate to “IT WAS EVERYONE ELSE’S FAULT! NOT MINE!”, well…is there anything left to like?
That said, it wasn’t unbearable to read. Annoying, yes, sometimes, especially when it was obvious he was lying out of his ass…or should I say, penis? ‘Cause there’s way too much narration from that asshole around here…more than there needed to (given that I wish there hadn’t been any). It just smelled of bs all over…if there was a way to ignore that, this might have been good. Less ego stroking would also have been nice.
I’d say this book probably wasn’t for me, but more than that…after reading it, I don’t like Tommy Lee all that much, with his constant excusing of himself, insisting he did nothing wrong (self-awareness: zero, egotism: infinity) twisting things so he comes out on top, though everyone (almost) in his story is literally down in the dumps covered in crap, including him.
Guess I just wish he’d stop spinning bs around and admit he fucked up…I’d like this book (and him, though I doubt he’d give a fuck one way or the other) better if that had happened. Alas, it wasn’t to be…
I wouldn’t recommend this book if you haven’t read The Dirt, The Heroin Diaries or Tattoos & Tequilla first…those are much better and far less annoying.
This is the last resort, to go to only if you must read everything about Mötley Crüe ever, even if you regret it after (which I did with this).
Reading through his irresponsible tips on sex (no condoms ‘cause it’ll always be the eighties if you ask Tommy Lee) contradicting advice on what to do with your body (he insists you should be yourself, but only if you do x, y, z - I’m pretending that’s coming from the brain cells he lost to the drugs) endless rationalizing his actions, from the stuff with the band to the fight that caused his divorce with his second wife to a million other things in between, which all basically translate to “IT WAS EVERYONE ELSE’S FAULT! NOT MINE!”, well…is there anything left to like?
That said, it wasn’t unbearable to read. Annoying, yes, sometimes, especially when it was obvious he was lying out of his ass…or should I say, penis? ‘Cause there’s way too much narration from that asshole around here…more than there needed to (given that I wish there hadn’t been any). It just smelled of bs all over…if there was a way to ignore that, this might have been good. Less ego stroking would also have been nice.
I’d say this book probably wasn’t for me, but more than that…after reading it, I don’t like Tommy Lee all that much, with his constant excusing of himself, insisting he did nothing wrong (self-awareness: zero, egotism: infinity) twisting things so he comes out on top, though everyone (almost) in his story is literally down in the dumps covered in crap, including him.
Guess I just wish he’d stop spinning bs around and admit he fucked up…I’d like this book (and him, though I doubt he’d give a fuck one way or the other) better if that had happened. Alas, it wasn’t to be…
I wouldn’t recommend this book if you haven’t read The Dirt, The Heroin Diaries or Tattoos & Tequilla first…those are much better and far less annoying.
This is the last resort, to go to only if you must read everything about Mötley Crüe ever, even if you regret it after (which I did with this).
This was my first autobiography I ever read and it was a roller-coaster of a ride that I surprisingly, pleasantly enjoyed! I will preface this by saying it is pretty crass at moments but it would not be Tommy otherwise! Never a boring moment in this book!
Tommyland seems to fully capture the speaking voice and priorities of the drummer from Motley Crue. Where frequent narrative insertion from his penis -- denoted by a terrible decorative font and a jizz puddle each time -- is sort of funny, the co-author footnotes and editor asides are mostly useless. These devices and the melodramatic "caution!" intros meant to amplify that Tommy is just so "crase" put this book in the following rock auto/biography categories for me:
-I Am Acutely Aware of My Rock Star Legacy And Want To Make Sure You Know I Partied The Hardest*
-I'm An Insecure and Unreliable Narrator**
-The Combination Of My Charisma and My Co-Author's Previously Mundane Life Is Encouraging My Co-Author To Morph Into Me***
Tommyland also falls under these subgenres:
-I'm Not Going To Talk About My Most Famous Band That Much (Focused on Terrible Side Projects)****
-I'm Using This Book Deal To Woo Back My Co-Dependent Ex****
-I Am Bragging About Something I Did To A Woman That Is Disturbing*****
And that's all I have to say about that.
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*See also: co-author Anthony Bozza's Slash, Manson's The Long Hard Road Out of Hell
**A confident person puts out something like Cash by Johnny Cash with no bs or disclaimers.
***See also: Charles R. Cross during Cobain's Heavier Than Heaven, Neil Strauss's The Game, and Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing
****See: Scott Weiland's Not Dead and Not For Sale
*****Force feeding Pam Anderson some Ecstasy isn't cute, it's Cosbyish.
******Aren't anecdotal footnotes annoying?
-I Am Acutely Aware of My Rock Star Legacy And Want To Make Sure You Know I Partied The Hardest*
-I'm An Insecure and Unreliable Narrator**
-The Combination Of My Charisma and My Co-Author's Previously Mundane Life Is Encouraging My Co-Author To Morph Into Me***
Tommyland also falls under these subgenres:
-I'm Not Going To Talk About My Most Famous Band That Much (Focused on Terrible Side Projects)****
-I'm Using This Book Deal To Woo Back My Co-Dependent Ex****
-I Am Bragging About Something I Did To A Woman That Is Disturbing*****
And that's all I have to say about that.
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*See also: co-author Anthony Bozza's Slash, Manson's The Long Hard Road Out of Hell
**A confident person puts out something like Cash by Johnny Cash with no bs or disclaimers.
***See also: Charles R. Cross during Cobain's Heavier Than Heaven, Neil Strauss's The Game, and Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing
****See: Scott Weiland's Not Dead and Not For Sale
*****Force feeding Pam Anderson some Ecstasy isn't cute, it's Cosbyish.
******Aren't anecdotal footnotes annoying?