Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?: A Rock 'n' Roll Memoir

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"I've been mythicized, Mick-icized, eulogized and fooligized, I've been Cole-Portered and farmer's-daughtered, I've been Led Zepped and 12-stepped. I'm a rhyming fool and so cool that me, Fritz the Cat, and Mohair Sam are the baddest cats that am. I have so many outrageous stories, too many, and I'm gonna tell 'em all. All the unexpurgated, brain-jangling tales of debauchery, sex & drugs, transcendence & chemical dependence you will ever want to hear."

The son of a classical pianist straight out of the Bronx of old Archie comics, Steven Tyler was born to be a rock star. Weaned on Cole Porter, Nat King Cole, Mick—and his beloved Janis Joplin—Tyler began tearing up the streets and the stage as a teenager before finally meeting his "mutant twin" and legendary partner Joe Perry. In this addictively readable memoir, told in the playful, poetic voice that is uniquely his own, Tyler unabashedly recounts the meteoric rise, fall, and rise of Aerosmith over the last three decades and riffs on the music that gives it all meaning.

Tyler tells what it's like to be a living legend and the frontman of one of the world's most revered and infamous bands—the debauchery, the money, the notoriety, the fights, the motels and hotels, the elevators, limos, buses and jets, the rehab. He reveals the spiritual side that "gets lost behind the stereotype of the Sex Guy, the Drug Guy, the Demon of Screamin', the Terror of the Tropicana." And he talks about his epic romantic life and his relationship with his four children. As dazzling, bold, and out-on-the-edge as the man himself, Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? is an all-access backstage pass into this extraordinary showman's life.

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Steven Tyler once protested that he's just a country boy, but nobody this side of sanity would mistake this Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Famer and legendary Aerosmith frontman for a farmer. Born in Yonkers as Stephen Victor Tallarico, this son of a classical musician and pianist really began to blossom after he and his fledgling band moved to Boston in 1970. For decades thereafter, Tyler full-out performances onstage and off have captured fans' imaginations. Clearly, he meant it when he famously asserted, "If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing." In this richly vivid "rock 'n' roll memoir," the popular American Idol judge unfurls "all the unexpurgated, brain-jangling tales of debauchery, sex & drugs, transcendence & chemical dependence you will ever want to hear."

NPR's All Things Considered
“[Tyler] offers a colorful glimpse into his head as well as his life.... It’s got everything you want from a guilty pleasure: obscenity, revelation, bad behavior and humor. And, oh yeah, a beat you can dance to.”
Sir Paul McCartney
“Steven Tyler is one of the giants of American music, who’s been influential for a whole generation of Rock-n-Roll fans around the world. Long May He Rock!”
Washington Post
“[Tyler’s] forays into music theory are absorbing snapshots of what goes into making great songs. When Tyler is able to articulate what went into Aerosmith’s music, the book becomes fascinating.”
USA Today
“Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll…gets a booster shot of head-spinning authenticity in Steven Tyler’s brash memoir Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?...a frank, full, and colorful accounting of the band’s tumultuous history.”
Detroit News
“Tyler’s memory for detail makes for good reading.”
The Hollywood Reporter
“[Tyler] delivers the goods…[his] surprisingly insightful and entertaining voice brings the familiar contours of this story alive.... What on the surface seems clichéd...manages somehow to rise above that and be a fun ride [and] separates a Rock Star from a merely ordinary pop star.”
New York Times Book Review
“Tyler’s turbulently high-spirited cheer holds it all together.”
Rolling Stone
“Steven Tyler has a way with words…Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? Is 376 pages of pure, unfiltered Tyler…Noise is compelling stuff…Tyler’s at times gripping, often hilarious voice keeps things moving….”
Associated Press Staff
“Roll ‘em: Tyler’s memoir is a wild ride. Explicit and filled with expletives, it reads like an even wilder and louder version of Richards’ best-selling “Life.” Tyler, 63, settles back and tells story after story about life in the “most decadent, lecherous, sexiest, nastiest band in the land.””
Entertainment Weekly
“The Aerosmith frontman and American Idol judge delivers a no-holds-barred, ripsnorting (and rail-snorting) memoir that’s a crazy excursion into his entertaining mind.”
The Oregonian (Portland)
“Explicit and filled with expletives, the memoir—titled Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?—reads like an even wilder and louder version of Richards’ best-selling Life.”
Buffalo News
“At turns completely hilarious, surprisingly (perhaps, to some) coherent, poignant and sordid — a heart-rending read. Once you’ve started it, putting it down is not an option. It would be easier to ignore Tyler from the front row of an Aerosmith concert.”
New York Daily News
“One of the book’s charms is Tyler’s lack of guilt or regret for anything in his life…Music fans will enjoy Tyler’s remembrances of the New York scene, dating from clubs like The Scene and Max’s Kansas City.”
New York Times
“Steven Tyler is an unalloyed genius.”
Houston Chronicle
“Strewn thought the book …are dozens of patented “Tylerisms” that can only come from his well-endowed motor-mouth.”
Entertainment Weekly
“The Aerosmith frontman and American Idol judge delivers a no-holds-barred, ripsnorting (and rail-snorting) memoir that’s a crazy excursion into his entertaining mind.”
Washington Post
“[Tyler’s] forays into music theory are absorbing snapshots of what goes into making great songs. When Tyler is able to articulate what went into Aerosmith’s music, the book becomes fascinating.”
Rolling Stone
“Steven Tyler has a way with words…Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? Is 376 pages of pure, unfiltered Tyler…Noise is compelling stuff…Tyler’s at times gripping, often hilarious voice keeps things moving….”
Associated Press Staff
“Roll ‘em: Tyler’s memoir is a wild ride. Explicit and filled with expletives, it reads like an even wilder and louder version of Richards’ best-selling “Life.” Tyler, 63, settles back and tells story after story about life in the “most decadent, lecherous, sexiest, nastiest band in the land.””
USA Today
“Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll…gets a booster shot of head-spinning authenticity in Steven Tyler’s brash memoir Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?...a frank, full, and colorful accounting of the band’s tumultuous history.”
Detroit News
“Tyler’s memory for detail makes for good reading.”
New York Daily News
“One of the book’s charms is Tyler’s lack of guilt or regret for anything in his life…Music fans will enjoy Tyler’s remembrances of the New York scene, dating from clubs like The Scene and Max’s Kansas City.”
Houston Chronicle
“Strewn thought the book …are dozens of patented “Tylerisms” that can only come from his well-endowed motor-mouth.”
New York Times Book Review
“Tyler’s turbulently high-spirited cheer holds it all together.”
Buffalo News
“At turns completely hilarious, surprisingly (perhaps, to some) coherent, poignant and sordid -- a heart-rending read. Once you’ve started it, putting it down is not an option. It would be easier to ignore Tyler from the front row of an Aerosmith concert.”
The Hollywood Reporter
“[Tyler] delivers the goods…[his] surprisingly insightful and entertaining voice brings the familiar contours of this story alive.... What on the surface seems clichéd...manages somehow to rise above that and be a fun ride [and] separates a Rock Star from a merely ordinary pop star.”
The Oregonian (Portland)
“Explicit and filled with expletives, the memoir—titled Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?—reads like an even wilder and louder version of Richards’ best-selling Life.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061767890
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/3/2011
  • Pages: 390
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Born Steven Victor Tallarico on March 26, 1948, in Yonkers, New York, Steven Tyler is the iconic songwriter, composer, and voice of Aerosmith—America's greatest rock 'n' roll band—and is considered one of rock's most recognizable and dynamic frontmen. Rolling Stone magazine has cited him as one of the greatest singers of all time.

After coming together in Sunapee, New Hampshire, in the late sixties, five musicians made the decision to move to Boston, live together, and become the band we know today as Aerosmith: Tyler as frontman, guitarist Joe Perry, bassist Tom Hamilton, guitarist Ray Tabano, later replaced by Brad Whitford, and drummer Joey Kramer. The band has sold more than 100 million records across the globe and won numerous prestigious awards—multiple Grammys, American Music awards, Billboard awards, and MTV awards—and was inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame in 2001.

Aerosmith has infiltrated rock history with their memorable appearances in Wayne's World and The Simpsons, at the halftime show at Super Bowl XXXV in 2001, and in their own Aerosmith version of Guitar Hero. Their number one single, "Don't Want to Miss a Thing," was nominated for an Academy Award for best song for the movie Armageddon. In December 2010, Tyler performed for President Obama and the First Lady in a special tribute to Sir Paul McCartney at the Kennedy Center Honors. In January 2011, Tyler joined Jennifer Lopez, Randy Jackson, and host Ryan Seacrest as a judge on the Fox TV phenomenon American Idol.

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Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?

A Rock 'n' Roll Memoir
By Steven Tyler

Ecco

Copyright © 2011 Steven Tyler
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780061767890


Chapter One

I as born at the Polyclinic Hospital in the Bronx, March
26, 1948. As soon as I could travel my parents headed
straight out of town to Sunapee, New Hampshire, to the
little housekeeping cottages they rented out every summer,

kind of an old-fashioned bed-and-breakfast deal,
only it was 1950. I was put in a crib at the side of the house. A
fox came by and thought I was a cub, grabbed me by the scruff
of my diaper, and dragged me into the woods. I grew up with the
animals and the children of the woods. I heard so much in the
silence of the pine tree forests that I knew later in life I would
have to fill that void. The only thing my parents knew was that
I was out there somewhere. They heard me cry in the forest one
night, but when they came up to where I was, all they saw was
a big hole in the ground, which they thought was the fox's den.
They dug and dug and dug, but all they found was the rabbit hole
I'd fallen into—like Alice.
And like Alice I entered another dimension: the sixth
dimension (the fifth dimension was already taken). Since then, I
can go to that place anytime I want, because I know the secret of
the children of the woods; there's so much in silence when you
know what you're hearing—what dances between the psycho-
acoustics of any two notes and what reads between the lines
is akin to the juxtaposition of what you see when you look
in the mirror. My whole life has been dancing between these
worlds: the GOAN ZONE, the Way-Out-o-Sphere and . . .
the UNFORTUNATE STATE OF REALITY. In essence, I
call myself a peripheral visionary. I hear what people don't say
and I see what's invisible. At night, because our visual perception

is made up of rods and cones, if you're going down a dark
path, the only way to really see the path is to look off and see
it in your peripheral vision. But more on this as we progress,
regress, and digress.

When I finally got pulled out of the rabbit hole, my parents
brought me back to the third dimension. Like all parents they
were concerned, but I was afraid to tell them that I have never
felt more comfortable than being lost in that forest.

In Manhattan we lived at 124th Street and Broadway, not far
from the Apollo Theater. Harlem, man. If the first three years of
your life are the most informative, then surely I needed to hear
that music, and I was inspired by the noise coming out of that
theater. It had more soul than Saint Peter.

A few years ago I was back at the Apollo, and saw the park
where my mom had pushed me in my carriage. My first visual
memory is from THAT PARK: trees and clouds moving above
my head as if I were floating above the earth. There I am,

a two-year-old astral-projecting infant. At age four, I remember
going to get a gallon of milk with two quarters, walking with
my mom hand in hand through passages and corridors of the
basement of our building and through tunnels into the adjoining

building where the milk machine was. I thought I was . . .
God knows where. I might as well have been on Mars. Ah,
it was the mysterious world of childhood, where someone is
always leading you by the hand through a dark passageway and
into a brand-new world just waiting for the child's overactive
imagination to kick in.

My mother lit the fire that would keep me warm for the
rest of my life. She read me parables, Aesop's Fables, and Rudyard
Kipling's Just So Stories. Children's tales and nursery rhymes from
the eighteen hundreds, nineteen hundreds: "Hickory Dickory
Dock," Andrew Lang's The Nursery Rhyme Book, Hans

Christian Andersen, Helen Bannerman's Little Black Sambo. So great!
Never mind the "Goose That Laid the Golden Egg!" My mom
would read me all these stories every night at bedtime. But one
night when I was around six, she stopped.
"You gotta learn how to read 'em yourself," she said. Up until
then I'd been reading along with her as she pointed to the words.
We did this for months until she knew I kinda had the idea, then
suddenly there's no Mom looking over my shoulder. She just left
the book by my bed and I became distraught. "Mom, I wanna
hear the stories. Why won't you read to me anymore?!" I said.
And then one night I thought to myself, "Uh-oh, now I gotta get
smart." Naah. . . . I'll just become a musician and write my own
stories and myths . . . Aeromyths.

Mom used to tell me of a man she'd seen on the Steve Allen
Show, in 1956 when I was eight. His name was Gypsy Boots.
He was the original hippie, a guy who lived in a tree with hair
down to his waist and who promoted health food and yoga.
Gypsy was the proto-hippie. In the early thirties he had dropped
out of high school, wandered to California with a bunch of
other so-called vagabonds, lived off the land, slept in caves and
trees, and bathed in waterfalls. I was totally seduced by that
lifestyle. Boots's message was this: As primitive as his world
seemed, he wanted people to think that he would live forever.
Hey, he almost did, dying just eleven days before his ninetieth
birthday in 1994.

Next in my life came a bohemian composer named Eden
Ahbez, who wrote a song called "Nature Boy" (which my mom
heard on a Nat King Cole record). He camped out below the
first L in the Hollywood sign, studied Oriental mysticism, and,
like Gypsy Boots, he lived on vegetables, fruits, and nuts. My
mom sang that song to me before I went to sleep. I'll never forget
how it made me think that I was her nature boy.
The song tells the story of how one day an enchanted

wandering Nature Boy—wise and shy, with a sad, glittering eye—
crosses the path of the singer. They sit by the fire and talk of
philosophers and knaves and cabbages and kings. As the boy gets
up to leave he imparts the secret of life: To love and be loved is
all we know and all we need to know. With that Nature Boy
vanishes into the night as mysteriously as he had come.
Unfortunately the people who own the rights to "Nature
Boy" won't let me publish the actual words to the song in this
book (still, you can just Google them), but I promise it will be on
my solo album come hell or high water.

Then there was Moondog. What a fantastic character, a
blind musician who dressed up like a Viking with a helmet
and horns and a spear to match. He hung out on the corner
of Fifty-sixth Street and Sixth Avenue. I saw and smelled him
every morning on my way to school. Oddly enough, he lived
up in the Bronx, apparently in the woods, back behind the
apartment buildings I grew up in. Was that a coincidence or
was that God secretly telling me, "Steven, thou shalt become
the Moondog of your generation"? Or at least the leader of a
rock 'n' roll band.
What I heard about Moondog was that he wrote "Nature
Boy," but what do I know? Maybe Eden Ahbez is Moondog
spelled backward. . . .

My mother's birth name was Susan Ray Blancha. At sixteen
she joined the WACS (Women's Army Corps). She met my dad
while they were both at Fort Dix in New Jersey during World
War II. One night he had a date with a woman who was rooming
with my mom. The roommate stood him up, and instead
he was greeted by my mother, who happened to be playing the
piano at the time. My dad walked over to her and said, "You're
playin' it wrong." It was love at first fight! They got married and
had lil ol' Lynda, my sister, and lil ol' me came two years later.
Ha-ha! That's my mom, that's my dad, and that's why I'm so
fuckin' detail-oriented—and such a maniac. I got the traits that
I don't want and the ones I do. Because you're an offspring, you
pick up those traits unconsciously, in case you haven't noticed.
You become your mom!

So that's how I happened, 1948, a rare mixture of classical
Juilliard boy meets country pinup girl, who, by the way, looked
like a cross between Jean Harlow and Marlene Dietrich with a
tinge of Elly May Clampett. And if God's in the details—and
we know She is—then I'm the perfect combination. I'm the N
in my parents' DNA. So now, if anyone's mad at me and calls me
a dick, I know they really mean Fort Dix. My daughter Chelsea
always thought God was a woman from the day she was born.
It was so nurturing hearing that from a child, that God would
have to be a woman, that I just never questioned it. (No wonder
I keep watching Oprah.)
Mom was a free spirit, a hippie before her time. She loved
folktales and fairy tales but hated Star Trek. She used to say,
"Why are you watching that? All the stories are from the
Bible.  .  . just six ways from Sunday. Get the Bible!" And I
thought, "Oh, boy, that's just what I wanna do after I've rolled
a doobie and I'm smokin' it with Spock." And by the way, that's
why teenagers today go, "Whatever!" But you know—and I can
only admit this in the cocktail hours of my life—SHE WAS
RIGHT!!!!! Isaac Asimov's I Robot, Aldous Huxley's Brave New
World, that's where they got their inspiration. In the same way
that Elvis got his sound from Sister Rosetta Tharpe (I dare you
to YouTube her right now), Ernest Tubb, Bob Wills, and Roy
Orbison. And they, in turn, begat the Beatles and they begat the
Stones and they begat Elton John, Marvin Gaye, Carole King,
and . . . Aerosmith. So study your rock history, son. That be the
Bible of the Blues.

I was three when we moved to the Bronx, to an apartment building
at 5610 Netherland Avenue, around the corner from where
the comic book characters Archie and Veronica supposedly lived
(I guess that makes me Jughead). We lived there till I was nine,
on the top floor, and the view was spectacular. I would sneak
out the window onto the fire escape on hot summer nights and
pretend I was Spider-Man. The living room was a magical space.
It was literally eight feet by twelve! There was a TV in the corner
that was dwarfed by Dad's Steinway grand piano. There's my dad
sitting at the piano, practicing three hours every day, and me
building my imaginary world under his piano.
It was a musical labyrinth where even a three-year-old
child could be whisked away into the land of psychoacoustics,
where beings such as myself could get lost dancing between the
notes. I lived under that piano, and to this day I still love

getting lost under the cosmic hood of all things. Getting into it.
Beyond examining the nanos, I want to know about what lives
in the fifth within a triad . . . as opposed to drinking a fifth!
I've certainly got the psycho part . . . now if I could only get
the acoustic part down (although I did write a little ditty called
"Season of Wither").

And that's where I grew up, under the piano, listening
and living in between the notes of Chopin, Bach, Beethoven,
Debussy. That's where I got that "Dream On" chordage. Dad
went to Juilliard and ended up playing at Carnegie Hall; when
I asked him, "How do you get to Carnegie Hall?" he said, like
an Italian Groucho, "Practice, my son, practice." The piano was
his mistress. Every key on that piano had its own personal and
emotional resonance for him. He didn't play by rote. God, every
note was like a first kiss, and he read music like it was written
for him.

I remember crawling up underneath the piano and running
my fingers on top of the soundboards and feeling around. It was
a little dusty, and as I was looking up, dust spilled down and hit
me in the eyes—dust from a hundred years ago. . . ancient piano
dust. It fell in my eyes and I thought, "Wow! Beethoven dust—
the very stuff he breathed."

It was a full-blown Steinway grand piano, not a little upright
in the corner—a big shiny black whale with black and white
teeth that swims at the bottom of my mind and from a great
depth hums strange tunes that come from I know not where.
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea had nothing on me.

Later on, I went back to visit 5610 Netherland Avenue. I
knocked on the door of apartment 6G, my old apartment. It had
been years, and the man who answered was drunk and in his
underwear and undershirt.
"Dad?" I asked. He cocked his head like Nipper, the RCA
dog.
"Hi, I'm—" I started to say.
"Oh, I know who you are," said he. "From the TV. . . . What
are you doin' here?"
"I used to live here," I said.
"Well raise my rent!" said he.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? by Steven Tyler Copyright © 2011 by Steven Tyler. Excerpted by permission of Ecco. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Semiprologue 1

1 Peripheral Visionary 5

2 Zits And Tits 37

3 The Pipe That Was Never Played 74

4 My Red Parachute (And Other Dreams) 85

5 Confessions Of A Rhyme-A-Holic 123

6 Little Bo Peep, The Glitter Queen, And The Girl In The Yellow Corvette 133

7 Noise In The Attic Snow Days 148

8 Ladies And Genitals I'M Not A Bad Guy (I'M Just Egotestical) 169

9 The Hood The Bad The Ugly Hammered With Hemingway 198

10 Food Poisoning At A Family Picnit 212

11 Getting Lost On Your Way To The Middle 247

12 Where you End And I Begin Again (The Goddess) 256

13 Trouble In Paradise (Losing Your Grip On The Life Fantastic) 265

13.5 The Bitch Goddess Of Billboard 282

4 Holy Smoke, Quest For The Grand Pashmina, And The Big Chill Of Twenty Summers 302

5 To Zanzibar And Back 329

6 Falling In Love Is Heard On The Knees 356

7 Take A Walk Inside My Mind 372

Acknowledgments 377

Index 387

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2011

    Excellent...and fairly priced

    I think that this book is amazing and well worth the price. And for you NOOK haters out there, the list price of the hardcover version of this book was 27.99. with tax that equates to roughly $31.00, and you are complaining about spending $15.00 on it? What, were you expecting B&N to just give you the book for free along with a complimentary Venti Latte from their cafe? Please look into all the facts before you write a review, Thank You.
    As I was saying, this is already a terrific book and I highly recommend it to any Aerosmith or Steven Tyler fan. I also recommend Joey Kramer's autobiography as well. Thank You.

    30 out of 42 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2011

    Well worth the Money, Honey!

    For such a music legend, I would pay double. All in your perspective, I guess. Complaints about the cost should be directed to B&N's customer service dept., not as a review of this wonderful e-book.

    18 out of 24 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 15, 2011

    I Also Recommend:

    TYLER FEAVER

    IF YOU WANT TO "TAKE A WALK INSIDE HIS MIND" THEN GET THIS BOOK.
    YOU REALLY GET TO KNOW THE REAL STEVEN TALLARICO AND UNDERSTAND HIM MORE. NOW EVERYTIME I WATCH HIM ON AMERICAN IDOL, THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE BOOK (CANT TELL YOU OR IT WILL RUIN IT) THAT MAKES ME LAUGH WHEN I SEE HIM. SO IF YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT IT IS THEN.....BUY THE EFFIN' BOOK!!!
    XOXOXO

    11 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 11, 2011

    Well Worth The Time

    Steven Tyler has a style all his own and is what made this book such a great read. I especially liked the parts about when he was growing up.

    10 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2011

    Will definitely buy and Review!!

    Thank you to those that gave an actual review of the book! I will definitely download on my Nook! Thanks for the 'heads up' about Chapter 4. For those that are hung up on the price... so be it! Sounds like you're going to miss a good read!

    10 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 10, 2012

    Lousy Book - Great Title

    Highly dissapointing.
    Disjointed, fragmented and full of meaningless Tyler gibberish.
    No chronology or flow. Lot's of lame Tyler-speak that is hard to get passed.
    Appears the editor rushed to publish to time with his American Idol appearance. More of a marketing gimmick that a well thought out autobiography.
    Pass

    7 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2011

    Thank you!

    To all those who actually reviewed the book, I wasn't sure since I don't normally read biogaphies. It sounds like Tyler's book is worth reading, so thanks to those who stayed on topic.

    6 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2013

    To be honest, I accidentally purchased this eBook on my Nook (th

    To be honest, I accidentally purchased this eBook on my Nook (thank goodness it was only $3 at that time!)...I knew Steven Tyler had released an autobiography, but I didn't really have any interest in reading it. Since I purchased it, I figured I might as well read it. I got about 30 pages into it, and I could not read any further. As a few of the other reviews mention, the writing is choppy and hard to follow, and there is no real rhythm to the book (or what I managed to read of it). Unless you are a die-hard fan, I would not recommend this.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 24, 2012

    I think this book is really, really good, especially if you are

    I think this book is really, really good, especially if you are a musician or would like to know about their world.
    Great job, Steven Tyler

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 9, 2011

    A Must Read!

    Loved it...loved it....loved it....saw a whole other side to the man who IS AEROSMITH!
    Deeply intelligent, deeply spiritual, deeply loving.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 16, 2013

    There is nothing in this book even slightly worthy of your time

    There is nothing in this book even slightly worthy of your time or money. What you'll get from this read are the interminable rantings of a narcissistic addict with a case of arrested development. Tyler uses 367 Nook pages, (and the insight of a 16 year old), to pridefully crow about the amount of drugs he's done and the number of women he's had sex with--some underage, by the way--in a bloviating tribute to himself that could have been summed up in perhaps 20 pages.

    Now, I knew not to expect literary genius. But in my younger days I was a fan of Aerosmith's music so I made this purchase thinking maybe I'd learn something about the art of writing music. What I got was the self-important musings of a now 63 year old adolescent with an overblown opinion of his own value to Aerosmith in particular and music as an art form in general. Seriously, don't waste your time.

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  • Posted July 6, 2012

    Maybe it's just me, but this book was just OK. Unless you really

    Maybe it's just me, but this book was just OK. Unless you really, deeply love Steven Tyler, this book is too much like a twitter blog of some narcissistic celebrity. A lot of bragging and pity talk. But other than that, the sex, drugs, and Rock N Rock are great. Have fun with this book, as it can be a little slow at some points.

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  • Posted March 6, 2012

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    Love Steven's eccentric style. Amazing life story, glad he is st

    Love Steven's eccentric style. Amazing life story, glad he is still around to tell it. Love ya Steven!

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  • Posted March 5, 2012

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    Beautiful noise!!

    I grew up with Aerosmith and had a mad crush on Steven. Always found the style of writing and music to be a step up on many others. I never realized just how much the drugs factored in...that was as bit of a shock, but I am really glad he survived and has been able to write about it all. I found the really personal parts of his story to be pretty funny....glad to know my fantasies were pretty spot on! Now to be able to see him on A.I. and have a little more insight makes watching even more fun. Rock on sweetie....one of a kind. And thank you for all of the wet memories!!

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  • Posted January 9, 2012

    Not what I expected!

    I loved reading this book and was pleasantly surprised! Steven Tyler is so humble and honest, I almost forgot he's my rock & roll hero. His words reminded me that he's human, has problems & issues he needs help with, and is still trying to figure it out just like the rest of us. This was a great book and I can't wait to see him in concert again!

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  • Posted August 29, 2011

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    Loved It!

    Steven Tyler has a big, flashy personality and his book is no different. He tells it like it is, holding nothing back. We learn about his childhood, his personal life, the making of Aerosmith, his relationship with its members (particularly Joe Perry), his addictions and his songwriting process.

    Occasionally Tyler wanders off topic and offers personal insights on life. I noticed this bothered many of the other reviewers who wanted a linear, professional autobiography. Unlike those reviewers, I thoroughly enjoyed his meandering. For me, his writing style and (sometimes) lack of structure felt more personal. We're given a glimpse into the real Steven Tyler, the man behind the lead singer persona. He has packed a lot of living into his 60-plus years and has a lot to say.

    I found the book entertaining, sad, silly and poignant. Steven Tyler is far more intelligent than most people give him credit for. He's also over-the-top crazy at times. But isn't that what we love about him?

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

    Just Amazing!

    There are so many things I can say about this book. Steven Tyler most defenitly holds back no thoughts, he speaks his mind!The book is VERY well written, and is perfect for the Steven Tyler/Aerosmith fan. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Posted July 29, 2011

    I thoroughly enjoyed it.

    Would you say that Steven Tyler likes to talk? Well, he does and he leaves nothing out. He can get on a topic and it seems like he can go on forever, BUT he keeps you interested. I think it's a very good biography.

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  • Posted June 28, 2011

    Funniest Book that I have ever read!

    This book is absolutely hilarious. My family was so sick of hearing me giggle as I read it I really think they would have "chunked" my Kindle (sorry B&N) if they could have found the opportunity. Everyone on my Christmas list is getting a copy!

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  • Posted June 18, 2011

    LOVE IT! LOVE HIM!

    I have been a fan since '76! I loved reading this glimpse into the life of Steven Tyler. I watched Idol for the 1st time just to watch him. He is a Rock GOD!

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