by: Slash and Anthony Bozza
Rating: 3 of 5 Pink Guitars
If you know anything, of any kind of music, I’m pretty sure the name Slash has rolled off of your tongue a time or 2. He is one of the greatest guitarists to ever grace the stage, most synonymous with the band, Guns n’ Roses.
You’ve heard a lot of stories about this band and their disregard for rules, drug overdoses, unprotected sex with groupies and trashed hotel rooms. In this book, you will hear a lot about those particular things, especially his numerous drug overdoses which were caused by such drugs as heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, crack and oxycontin. Makes you wonder how he’s still alive as with several other rock stars who had the same problem.
This book feels as though he is hammered or all drugged up while writing it. Anthony Bozza, a writer for Rolling Stone magazine doesn’t do a very good job of “doctoring” it up at all. All I can visualize is Slash standing there with a cigarette in his mouth, booze on his breath and a needle hanging out of his arm.
At certain points in this book, I really feel Slash is an asshole. (sorry for the language). Not only did he make horrible comments about his bandmates, he did it with several other bands as well, for example, his constant bashing of Great White. Poison and various “sunset strip” scene bands.
His life seemed to be all about strippers or porn stars, drugs, booze and bad choices, but hey, this isn’t the first time we’ve ever seen that happen with rock stars, right? He was present for 2 overdose deaths and neither of them made any lasting impressions or prompt him to want to change his bad habits.
You learn in this book that Slash was a troubled teenanger and it kind of gives you the vibe that he wants you to still think of him as a punk-ass kid as means to gain attention, but that’s just my opinion.
The best part of this book, for me, was that he overcame his demons eventually and got his life on track. Considering the years he spent abusing himself, I wasn’t sure he would be able to. After the birth of his 2 sons, he started going down the right path and has kept going down the straight and narrow.
I give this book a ⅗ guitars. Had he not been such a colossal d-bag throughout the book, he would’ve gotten a ⅘, but putting people on blast like he did in this book was not cool in the least.