Sex, Drugs, Ratt & Roll: My Life in Rock

Sex, Drugs, Ratt & Roll: My Life in Rock

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by Stephen Pearcy, Sam Benjamin
     
 

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Women. Spandex. Drugs. Hair spray. . . . Welcome to heavy metal rock ’n’ roll, circa 1980, when all you needed was the right look, burning ambition, and a chance. Cranking out metal just as metal got hot, Ratt was the perfect band at the perfect time, and their hit single “Round and Round” became a top-selling anthem. The bigger Ratt got,

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Women. Spandex. Drugs. Hair spray. . . . Welcome to heavy metal rock ’n’ roll, circa 1980, when all you needed was the right look, burning ambition, and a chance. Cranking out metal just as metal got hot, Ratt was the perfect band at the perfect time, and their hit single “Round and Round” became a top-selling anthem. The bigger Ratt got, the more excessive lead singer Stephen Pearcy and his “pussy pirates” became. There was nothing these guys wouldn’t snort, drink, bed, or break. But as Ratt scrambled up a wall of fame and wealth, so they experienced a gut-wrenching free fall. Pearcy’s stunningly honest rock ’n’ roll confessional, by turns incredible, hilarious, and lyrical, is more than a story of survival—it’s a search for the things that matter most.

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Publishers Weekly
Opening with a harrowing account of attempting to cut his newborn daughter's umbilical cord as a cocktail of intoxicants coursed through his system, Pearcy's story of life in one of America's biggest hard rock bands of the '80s runs the gamut from charming to saddening to deplorable, sometimes within the space of a paragraph. Growing up in a dysfunctional family with a heroin-addicted father, Pearcy developed an early fondness for drinking, drugging, and riding his bike at top speeds through San Diego, the latter of which led to a horrific accident that left him in the hospital for months. While recovering, he began learning guitar, which he quickly abandoned in favor of singing. Once he found his medium, Pearcy eventually made his way to Los Angeles and founded the band Ratt. Hanging out with the likes of David Lee Roth, Ozzy Osbourne, and Mötley Crüe, Pearcy and his cohorts worked tirelessly to get stage time before getting signed. Once there, the escapades with women, drugs, and alcohol escalated until the misbehavior caught up with them. It's a common cautionary tale, but Pear-cy's humility and sense of humor make engaging reading for those who were there—and those who wish they were. (May)
They Will Rock You.com - Robert Scales
"Very funny and loaded with tales of [Stephen's] many sexual conquests, funny stories about his bandmates, other musical contemporaries of his era and some very unusual first encounters with many of them."
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"Very funny and loaded with tales of [Stephen's] many sexual conquests, funny stories about his bandmates, other musical contemporaries of his era and some very unusual first encounters with many of them."

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781451694581
Publisher:
Gallery Books
Publication date:
04/15/2014
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
442,952
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 8.80(h) x 0.90(d)

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Sex, Drugs, Ratt & Roll


  • IN 2009, I PACKED myself off to rehab in Pasadena, California, in an attempt to wean myself from that nagging booze/pills/grass/heroin habit I’d picked up over the last several decades. There was an initial period of hell, better known as withdrawal, followed by a long stretch of a much more annoying kind of torture: therapy.

    It’s the price of getting clean, I guess. They help you ditch the drugs, make it so your bandmates no longer have to stick mirrors underneath your nostrils to see if you’re still alive when you go into one of your increasingly frequent nods in the recording studio—and then you have to sort of humor them when they say, What else about you can we clean up?

    I was assigned a decent, flabby therapist named Dr. Harold Roberts, who had the nerve to imply that I might have a few other addictions to my name, too.

    “What I’d like to ask you, Stephen, is, have you ever considered yourself a sex addict?”

    I laughed. “How would I even know?”

    “A sex addict might, for instance, spend the majority of his waking hours trying to procure sex.”

    “I’m a rock singer,” I said. “If you have to try to get laid, then there’s definitely something wrong.”

    “Did you ever have a period of your life when you went from partner to partner, without due regard for their personalities?”

    “Yes. The 1980s.”

    “Okay.” Dr. Roberts laughed. “All right. Humor can be a defense mechanism. How many partners might you have had?” He said it casually, but I could see his interest was growing.

    “You know that guy John Paul?” I said. “Lives in Italy?”

    “The Pope?” Dr. Roberts asked.

    “More than him.”

    “Again with the humor,” said Dr. Roberts.

    “My stamina in the mid-’80s was unparalleled,” I began. “I was tearing down three chicks a day when we were on the road, under ideal conditions.”

    “Three? But I don’t even see how that’s possible.”

    “It’s possible when you’re organized. It’s possible when you have a team.”

    They were well-trained and faithful soldiers—Phil, Joe, and Road Dog—each one ready to scout the hottest trim around and slap passes in those girls’ hands. They’d continue throughout our show, scanning the audience, knowing my type perfectly. After the encore, there would be twenty-five giggling blondes lined up, all incredible tits, flat stomachs, and golden asses. I just had to pick.

    “But of course you’re exaggerating,” Dr. Roberts said.

    “Now,” I continued, “if you want to throw down on tour, you have to learn how to do it right. You space out the trim—one before the show in your dressing room, one midshow, during the drum solo, and then obviously, one at the hotel that night.”

    A momentary silence filled the room.

    “Or on the bus.”

    The doctor was writing something down in his notebook.

    “But you must stay organized. For instance, always make sure to take a Polaroid of each of your girls. Write her phone number on the back with a Sharpie. Then hand that off to your security guy to stick in his Rolodex, so that you have it for next time you come through Jacksonville or Corpus Christi.”

    “Mr. Pearcy, this is compulsive behavior, don’t you agree?”

    “No, it’s smart behavior. I grew up with this, man. I was at Van Halen shows for a long time before my band broke, and I knew the best bands had their systems down. I always told my guys when we got big, we’d do it right.”

    The doctor and I stared at each other for a while. It was nice and quiet in that office. You pay through the nose if you go to rehab, at least if you go to some of the posher places. The one I went to, embarrassingly, is the place where Dr. Drew filmed his celebrity rehab show. I liked the cleanliness and general high production value of the whole place, though.

    “Back in the day, I used my itineraries to keep track of every single chick I ever met or put myself into. I kept them my whole adult life. Had stacks and stacks and stacks of them. They got burned by my super-pissed girlfriends. I’d just write the girl’s name, her phone number, the city I met her in, and a rating. You know, seven, eight, maybe a nine. Once in a while, a true ten. And if we had sex, I’d mark it with three x’s. And if we did something else, I’d write that. Then I’d try to add some sort of signature description, like ‘see again.’ Or ‘fly out.’ Or ‘kinda funky.’ ”

    “Do you have anything else that you want to tell me, Stephen?” Dr. Roberts said. “Anything that you’d like to get off your chest?”

    Where do I start?

  • Meet the Author

    Stephen Pearcy, founder, lead singer and songwriter of the popular rock band Ratt, led his band to critical praise and multi-platinum success. Formed in Los Angeles in 1982 from the remains of his band Mickey Ratt, Ratt was known for their flamboyant appearance and rebellious attitude. Pearcy currently lives in Los Angeles.

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    Sex, Drugs, Ratt & Roll: My Life in Rock 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
    Gearmanndude More than 1 year ago
    Read it in one sitting...I loved it. Great tales of the early days on the Sunset Strip, idolizing Van Halen, and eventually growing into one of the biggest bands in the world. There are many humble moments, as well as honest struggles both within and without. Stephen is still out Ratt-n-Rollin' to this day...he's a legend...a warrior...a victor.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    awesome book loved reading about Robbin and how it all began...Ratt and Roll
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Stephen Pearcy always intrigued me as the ultimate BAD BOY, but I was honestly expecting this to be full of memories only partially remembered and passed off as the truth. Imagine my surprise, expecting to read a book written by a bitter peacock with no accountability, and being captivated with the stories he so craftfully tells. A truly loving, talented, man whose brutal honesty was mostly reserved for himself, but never vicious toward those he had every reason and opportunity to bash. His never wavering love for his GANG OF CONCRETE PIRATES, was heartfelt, but when he wrote of his relationship with the beautiful Angel, Robin "King" Crosby, it was especially touching, warts and all. Do yourself a favor and read this book. I definitely have a new found respect for Ratt and Mr. Pearcy. \m/
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This is a must dead for all rock lovers. Contains some amazing information on his life and some other great stories as week.It is very written and flows nicely. For any metal fan or Ratt enthusiasts, this is a great book to have in your collection.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    You like glam? You like Ratt? Nigguhh read this!!!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    If you like Ratt, you have to get this book.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Drugs not good for u
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    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Dreadful, cliched and horribly self-serving. Avoid if you value your sanity at all.