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Love RHCP & AK, the phrasing/word choice/writing style is definitely a product of the early 2000's bundled with the chronically underage 800lb gorilla following him around his early life gave me trouble & lowered my score. Also notable missing from the acknowledgements is Jennifer Bruce. I think his memoir made me incredibly interested & curious about the poeple in his life who are also writing/wrote memoirs, I am very interested in their perspectives, otherwise I just can't stop consuming RHCP media I am obsessed.
I gave up on this book about halfway through. It was a lot longer than I expected too. The chapters were long. It felt not well laid out; there were places for a natural break within the chapter that was not taken advantage up that should have been. I understand Kiedis was telling his story but it needed better structure and flow. It read like a rambly series of "this one time I XYZ" stories with no real thought about purpose or how it contributed to the overall story.
I am a fan of the RHCP so *maybe* one day I will borrow this book again and start from where I left off. Maybe.
I am a fan of the RHCP so *maybe* one day I will borrow this book again and start from where I left off. Maybe.
I generally don't leave any sort of reviews for books. I mark the stars and move on. It's mostly just laziness on my part. I'm glad I got this at a sale price because it just simply wasn't that compelling. If it wasn't for my need for completing books, I'd probably have walked away from this. It's basically about 90% about Kiedis doing drugs, recovering from drugs, and then doing more drugs. Maybe I shouldn't have expected anything else...but it was really not terribly entertaining.
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A real separating the art from the artist moment here. A juicy memoir but Anthony Kiedis is a disgusting creep.
I just finished reading Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis and I think I might actually hate him now. It was just the most vapid, self-congratulatory wank from a truly, deeply, pathetically narcissistic individual. I’m crushed, One Hot Minute was one of the first albums I bought with my own money at age 13 and it’s like a foundational cornerstone of my musical life. And it’s fucking tainted by this godawful car crash of a book. I’m going off on one now and I know it shouldn’t make me this angry but I am buuuuummed.
I guess I was spoiled by reading Patti Smith’s memoir, which apart from being genuine and reflective is also achingly beautiful to read. Her prose is music. Anthony Kiedis sounds like he’s trying to impress 16yr old boys from the 90’s. I just fucken can’t.
I guess I was spoiled by reading Patti Smith’s memoir, which apart from being genuine and reflective is also achingly beautiful to read. Her prose is music. Anthony Kiedis sounds like he’s trying to impress 16yr old boys from the 90’s. I just fucken can’t.