Sunday, November 18, 2007

A Good Read

                       theheroindiaries.net
I'm not going to deny that part of my early, formative years included heavy doses of heavy metal. (6th grade, 1986, small-town Ohio. Need I say more?) I was — and deep down, still am — a huge fan of all the hair bands, from Poison and Ratt to Cinderella, Tesla, Dokken and, of course, Motley Crue.

The genre has not exactly been taken seriously or held up to critical acclaim over the years, so I was a bit surprised when I recently came across one of the rocker's memoirs  at No. 7 on the New York Times best-seller list. 

Nikki Sixx, longtime bassist and songwriter for Motley Crue, has compiled a year of his personal diary entries from 1986-87 into an incredibly engaging and fascinating new book called The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star. Interspersed with present-day commentary from people like Slash, Vince Neil, Tommy Lee and others who were involved with Sixx at the time, the book is a frank, graphic, sometimes funny and thoroughly engrossing look at the life of a drug-addled musician at the height of success.

I know, it sounds cliche, but the way this book is laid out, with its truncated diary entries and biting ex post facto critiques, its lost lyrics and its bloody, bizarre illustrations, its revelations about a bottomless heroin addiction and its glimpse into the world of superstardom, The Heroin Diaries completely works. It ain't easy at all to put it down. 

Though its messages of addiction and recovery and childhood neglect seem like pretty universal themes, the book is probably not for everyone. It's blunt and pulls no punches about the world of sex, drugs, drugs, drugs — oh, and rock and roll — that Nikki Sixx was a part of in 1986. But if you're looking for a unique and captivating read — and especially if you've ever sung the first lines of "Home Sweet Home" or know just who Dr. Feelgood is — then score yourself a copy of The Heroin Diaries.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

An Ohio Wedding

Jeff and Kristen, November 3, 2007.

And so, my very best friend — the guy I've known for nearly 30 years, the guy I met during an apple fight on a fall Ohio day so many years ago, the guy who got the left side while I took the right, the guy who is always right where I think he'll be — has gotten married and found happiness. 'Tis a beautiful thing to see someone so near and dear find someone who makes him shine as he should.

We flew back to Ohio on Halloween, spent two nights in Mansfield with my family and then headed down to Columbus to meet up with my aforementioned friend, Jeff Castle, and his bride-to-be, Kristen. What a beautiful weekend for a wedding. If you're not familiar with the Midwest in autumn, then you've never seen true fall colors. The hillsides of Central Ohio were veritable palettes of orange and yellow as far as the eyes could go; maples and oaks, beech and birches were alight with the brightness that peaks just before the gray of winter settles in.

Not only was it a great weekend for a wedding, but a great one for reunions as well. Almost all my other best friends from home — Scott Redman and his wife, Bernie, Tom Zellner, and Zach Proffitt and his wife, Regina — converged for the celebration, as did some old familar faces, Kevin and Sarah Moore, Jeff's brother Chris, his mom and stepdad, and his cousin, Mike.

The reception at the Smith Brothers warehouse near downtown Columbus.

What more to say? The rehearsal was a festive evening of food, great beers and family exchanges at Barley's and then a few more brews at the Grandview Cafe. The wedding day was gorgeous, the ceremony short but sweet — and thank God the Buckeyes were victorious that weekend or who knows what the mood might have been. (That town's obsession with Ohio State is borderline neurotic.) And that night, the reception at the Smith Brothers Warehouse near Short North, with its downtown skyline backdrop, was as fun as they come. Rock and Roll All Nite.

And just like that, the wedding was over and my best friend was on his way into a new and better life. It's long overdue, and we all wish him only the very best, always.