Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?

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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."

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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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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble

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."

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.”
New York Times
“Steven Tyler is an unalloyed genius.”
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.”
Fiona Zublin
[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 rather than merely titillating.
&#151The Washington Post
New York Times
“Steven Tyler is an unalloyed genius.”
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.”
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.”
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.””
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.”
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 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.”
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.”
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.”
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….”
Detroit News
“Tyler’s memory for detail makes for good reading.”
New York Times Book Review
“Tyler’s turbulently high-spirited cheer holds it all together.”
Houston Chronicle
“Strewn thought the book …are dozens of patented “Tylerisms” that can only come from his well-endowed motor-mouth.”
All Things Considered - NPR
"[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!"
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!”
Library Journal
Aerosmith frontman Tyler's immense ego leaps off the discs of his new autobiography, coauthored with veteran Rolling Stone magazine editor/writer Dalton. There is surprisingly little entertainment value or insight in this rambling, narcissistic, X-rated memoir, which jumps from anecdote to anecdote with little regard for a cohesive story. Tyler, who writes in a frustratingly incoherent stream-of-conscious style, seems more interested in insulting his band mates and bragging about his sexual conquests and rampant drug use than in sharing details of Aerosmith's 35 years of ups and downs and his own turbulent personal life. This rock'n'roll survivor tale pales in comparison with that of Keith Richards, whose Life is a richly detailed and well-told account of life in a legendary rock band. This progam includes a brief interview with Tyler. Narrator Jeremy Davidson's dynamic, obnoxious narration fits Tyler's off-putting braggadocio and bawdy humor. Of interest to undiscriminating diehard adult fans interested more in Tyler the gluttonous star than in Tyler the artist. [The Ecco hc, published in May, was a Los Angeles Times and a New York Times best seller; see Major Audio Releases, LJ 4/15/11.—Ed.]—Douglas King, Univ. of South Carolina Lib., Columbia
The Barnes & Noble Review

During a recent episode of "American Idol," the popular TV talent show in which the famously foul-mouthed and flamboyant Aerosmith frontman Steven Tyler has reinvented himself as a family-friendly judge, host Ryan Seacrest good-naturedly stopped by the judging table to rib Tyler about his new book, Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?

"This book is not for the faint of heart," Seacrest noted, adding, "You've really exposed yourself here. Is there any area you haven't touched?"

Tyler dodged the question, but the answer may well be "no." In his wildly galloping memoir (not to be confused with Aerosmith's 2003 exercise in group autobiography, Walk This Way), the man who has long fired up the blue-jean-wearing masses with songs including "Dream On," "Sweet Emotion," "Walk This Way" and "Dude (Looks Like a Lady)," singing and strutting his way into rock and roll history, seems to have left no story untold, no score unsettled, no secret unrevealed.

He rips into venal ex-managers and jealous ex-wives. (No fan of lawyers or monogamy he.) He goes into detail about the drugs he's done (he seems to have done them all, fondly describing where and how he did them and with whom and how they affected him) and the women he's done (ditto). He describes longstanding grievances with fellow band members (he and guitarist Joe Perry weren't called the "Toxic Twins" for nothing: "JOE'S A CREEP … I'M AN ASSHOLE," he writes emphatically) and even goes so far as to reveal their relative endowments.

While the book is unapologetically profane, inarguably self-serving and at times ragingly uncontrolled (like a memoir amped up on speed), it's also bracingly honest, frequently funny (as "Idol" watchers and Aerosmith fans know, Tyler has a way with a clever turn of phrase) and admirably human. Tyler's now 63 and a grandpa. He's gotten clean (several times), had children by three different women (two of whom he'd married), broken up and gotten back together with his band (who knows how many times?), and has finally made peace with many of his demons: the drug addictions, the romantic betrayals, the parenting failures, the ego-driven battles with band mates.

"I may be a monster," he writes, in apparent hope that the reader might see "the more spiritual side of me" beneath the bad boy stereotype, "but I'm a sensitive monster."

Ultimately, Tyler seems torn between the urge to preserve his carefully cultivated rock star pose and the desire to drop the mask. "It's hard to tell who I am by the trail left by my musical career," he writes. "I am the Demon of Screamin', the dude that looks like a lady, the rag doll that married Lucy in the Sky. But I'm also something more than the rock 'n' roll junky whore who got his foot inside the door."

Beneath Tyler's sex-and-drugs-and-rock-and-roll tough talk and raging narcissism -- Tyler calls it LSD: Lead Singer Disorder -- there's a surprising self-awareness, a capacity for empathy, an ability to connect. That's a big part of what has attracted all those fans and all those women -- and now, one imagines, all those readers.

--Amy Reiter




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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061767913
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/3/2012
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 105,759
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 1.10 (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...)



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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) 170

9 The Hood, The Bad, The Ugly ... Hammered with Hemingway 198

10 Food Poisoning At A Family Picnic 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

14 Holy Smoke, Quest for the Grand Pashmina, and The Big Chill of Twenty Summers 302

15 To Zanzibar And Back 329

16 Falling In Love Is Hard On The Knees 356

17 Take A Walk Inside My Mind ... 372

Acknowledgments 377

Index 387

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  • Posted May 9, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    At some points I felt like I had been doing all the drugs he talked about.

    This was an entertaining read. I found myself laughing out loud at some points and at others having so much trouble tracking that I felt I had been taking all those drugs right along with him. I think it delivers what it promises but I think the drug use is evident in the telling. I was having trouble with my Nook so I had trouble going back to see if I was correct but it seemed in the dialog about writing songs he would talk about writing them say in 1980 or something and then later in the book say he wrote them in 1970 something. I also felt that he wrote this somewhat to defend himself against what ex wives and bandmates had written about him. It was very defensive and it detracted from the book. It felt at some points like a 12 years old child defending bad behaviour or trying at least to justify it although some points he tried to make were actually done quite well. I also felt that he was a bit critical of fans, having not been a rock star I don't know what it's like but when he started complaining about fans telling him how Aerosmiths music played a role in their life I felt that was just bad form. I'm sure that after a while that stuff gets old but hey you have to take the bad with the good and I would think fans telling you how great you are and how much they love your music would be one of the easier things to tolerate.

    I liked the book, I thought it worth the money and it did make me want to read the other books he referred to just to see what the others had said that got his tail in a twist. I thought some of narrative was strictly for shock value and not necessary but it didn't bother me enough not to recommend reading this if you liked Aerosmith or Steven Tyler.

    And I wish B&N would limit reviews to comment about actual content and not complaints about price.... either you buy it or you don't, if your too cheap to buy it now wait for the price to come down, like you would if you were waiting for the paperback.

    33 out of 37 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 8, 2011

    coolest guy in the planet!

    Took a minute to get the feel of this book. However, I love his ' Steven-isms'. He's definately one of the rare ones in this world. I would love to spend a few hours picking his brain. There are too few like him! I feel like I understand him a little better. I'm so glad he exists in the universe with us!

    23 out of 29 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 4, 2011

    Great book

    BN doesn't set ebook prices. The publishers do.

    10 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 24, 2011

    Sample version missing pages

    The sample version was about 20 pages shorter than promised.

    8 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2012

    Not what I expected

    I love S.T. And Aerosmith but the book was choppy and sometimes a little hard to follow. Really, not so great.

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2011

    Story of another rock and roll drug addict

    Be it far from me to judge others but... For awhile I was getting a little bit tired about Steven Tyler "bragging" about his drug addiction. His love/hate relationship with the other band members started getting boring as well. At the end, Tyler suddenly seems to realize the benefits of a clean life. I am very grateful that my life didn't turn out like his. Give me a dull boring life with family and friends, with a wonderful wife of over 35 years, two wonderful and successful children along with beautiful grandchildren. I may not have a nice bank account balance like Tyler, but I do have a rich life. I also noticed a lot of blaming other people other than himself.
    Tyler's life seems pretty sad from what he tells the reader.
    Tyler also brags about his calling on demons. That's just pure insanity.
    If I were to compare this book to Eric Clapton's autobiography, I would prefer Clapton's. Clapton may have been a drug addict but at least he didn't brag about doing drugs. And in the end of his bio, he talks about humbling himself every morning and every night to God. Even though Tyler states that he says his prayers every day, I saw more of a sincerity in Clapton's bio.
    My rating of Tyler's book would be between two and two and a half stars.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 6, 2011

    How can this be so BORING?

    I guess ol Steve was trying to settle some scores and shed some light but to me it comes off as bitter and disjointed rambling. Save your money

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 28, 2011

    Surprised

    I never really followed Aerosmith and I only knew some of there songs and even then not knowing it was them. But after seeing Steven Tyler on American Idol and loving the character he is I had to buy the book. How accurate it is I don't know, it's his accuracy. But it is the most entertaining book I have read in a long time. I would love to meet him and the noise in his head in person. Stay clean.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 15, 2011

    Libraries often have free ebook nook downloads

    Stop complaining about prices and use and support public libraries. Good modernlibraries have these titles.on loan or through free ebook downloads. I have reserved my copyandwill reportback oncontent asap! Sorry to use content time toremind folks of great options. If your publiclibrarycannotget this book it istime to lobby for modern libraries with adequatefunding so you rarely cannot find a book or periodical! My typing sucks inthis nook, sorry

    3 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 7, 2011

    OOPS!!

    Dont buy the nookbook! It has an error in it :( Mine was missing the entire 4th chapter. B&N was great, credited my account, now I just have to wait for the hardcover to get here..

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2011

    Sample does not download correctly

    I hope this only happened to me--please note that the nook sample does not download correctly (I've tried it twice). Even though it says you get Chapter 1, you really only get the prologue. It skips ahead several pages.

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 3, 2011

    I u e

    Cif hu

    3 out of 30 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    Rocker junk

    Bla bla bla- waste of money . Almost no time line. Writing as ugly as the wardrobe.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2012

    OH MY!!!"""

    I Love Steven Tyler, I purchased book after watching him on Oprahs Special---The Next Chapter. First let me say he is a amazing artist, and I love that he has finally beaten his demons!!! Made peace with his family and has a purpose in life besides searching for the ultimate high. However the writing style is insane, jumping all over the place, usually bios are childhood until present, I read half book couldn't take the noise in my head----Lots of cursing in book, but way way to much jumping around without completion of paragraphs the story just is incomplete and all over the place!!! Truely save your money!!! Watch the OWN SPECIAL ITS A BETTER WAY OF UNDERSTANING HIM!!!! GOD BLESS YOU STEVEN, stay strong, be at peace, enjoy your family and beautiful Norman Rockwell Home. I learn so much more from your Oprah interview than your book!!! But nice try.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 20, 2011

    A must for any Aerosmith Fan!

    You can hear clearly hear Steven from begining to end in this autobiography. His sense of self is on every page and there is no doubt that he wrote this book. If you need to have a linear read from point A to point B you won't like this ride, however if you can handle the time jumps, the emotions and the memories this is a fantastic read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2012

    Anonomys

    I'm a Steven Tyler fan and i loved the book.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 5, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Steven Tyler is a very interesting person. It was interesting to read about things that happened in the 60's & 70's when I was growing up (and sheltered from alot of stuff he wrote about). I finished this book within a week and that was pretty quick for me. I learned some things about him and his crazy rock n roll life. Loved the book!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2012

    Short sample

    Why can i get further than pg 36 on the sample?

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2011

    Steven tyler rocks

    Love him

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 6, 2011

    Brutally Honest

    I listened to the audio book which was read by Jeremy Davidson and every word seemed as though it was spoken by Steven. Excellent choice. This book is brutally honest and at times the stories seem unbelievable, however, I trust that Steven has written this book honestly and to the best of his recollection. The book is raunchy and moves back and forth ADD style between the years, yet you cannot help but love the guy. I wanted to read this book after seeing him on American Idol because he struck me as being honest, caring and a great father (although later in life) and extremely proud of his children. After listening to the book, I believe that he is all of the above.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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