How happy does Nikki Sixx look in the picture above, where he is book-ended by Dennis Dunaway (Alice Cooper) and Kub Coda (Brownsville Station) on the left and Neal Smith (Alice Cooper) and Joe Bouchard (Blue Oyster Cult) on the right? Nikki’s arms appear to be virtually un-inked and I’ve never seen Neal and Dennis with shorter hair, so you can tell this photo is from another era entirely. Still, it’s a fun blast from the past. Motley Crue Bassist and Renaissance Man Nikki Sixx was born on this day, December 11th, in 1958. Happy Birthday, Nikki!
Not Adam Lambert
Motley Crue bassist and brain trust, Nikki Sixx (Born Frank Carlton Serafino Ferrana) was born on this day, December 11th, in 1958! Happy Birthday, Nikki!
Lita Ford, guitarist for The Runaways, ex-lover of Nikki Sixx and former singer of duets with Ozzy Osbourne was born on this day. September 19th, in 1958. While I’m sure she’s had a little bit of work done, she still looks pretty great, despite probably having done more than her fair share of partying back in the day. Happy Birthday, Lita!
(All Photos by Geoffrey Dicker)
I have said it many times before – and I am saying it again right now – that I would rather listen to Motley Crue songs like “Dr. Feelgood” or “Shout at the Devil” one hundred million billion times than be forced to listen to the majority of today’s shitty, modern alternative trash rock for fifteen seconds. Because, here’s the thing, Motley Crue – undeniable walking punch lines that they are – are nevertheless a bonafide gang of dangerous, ex-drug addict rock stars from an old school of Rock with a Capital R that, really, does not exist anymore. And for this, I worship them openly.
Watching Motley Crue play live is like driving a Ferrari at 100 miles an hour or having endlessly orgasmic sex with the hottest partner imaginable (me: Gael Garcia Bernal). NONE of these emo/screamo “Mommy didn’t love me” bullshit bands get me off at all. None of them have the balls of a Rock God like Nikki Sixx, who is one of the most original, charismatic figures in rock music since John Lennon. None of these new “excuses for musicians” have any rock star cache. And man, I miss that more than you could even imagine.
Today’s pop music sounds like it came from a can, and 90% of these young bands are just a bunch of whiney brats with guitars who aspire to sound like The All American Rejects (worst band ever) because that’s what the little emo kids are downloading from iTunes. Geesus god, when did rock music get so fucking lame? You can keep Panic at the Disco and The Academy Is and I’ll just curl up with Girls Girls Girls and my copy of The Dirt and be just fine, thank you.
I had a fucking blast last night and so did my plus one, Geoffrey, who I brought along with me since he had never seen The Crue before. I figured he’d appreciate their deal, as he is the only gay guy I have ever met whose favorite band is The Doors. Geoffrey knows his shit when it comes to what rocks and what does not rock. I have very few issues with Motley Crue as people, their showmanship or their set list. They played all the hits you could want to hear as a 20-year fan and very few songs from their new CD, which I do not know. Their stage set was awesome. They had so many explosions and bright lights and shiny visual distractions that I’m still deaf and seeing trails. Mick Mars can play his ass off despite being practically turned into a living statue from ankylosing spondylitis (look it up) and both Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee have life-long “Get Out of Jail Free” cards as far as I’m concerned. But…I have an issue with Vince Neil. Please allow me to share.
Before their set even started (and remember that we had to sit through three opening acts, all of which – thank Christ – were at least pretty decent in the “ability to rock” department), Geoffrey and I were taking bets about whether or not Vince Neil would be fat. “I bet he’s fat,” said Geoffrey. “I bet he’s fat, too,” I admitted. So you can see there was no real betting going on there, since neither one of us had any faith in Neil’s ability to stay away from the pork rinds. But – surprise – Vince is not only slender-ish, but looking quite fit these days. He was full of energy as he danced and pranced about the stage in a manner that immediately brought to mind Billy Squire’s performance in the video for “Rock Me Tonight.”
But the gigantic bone I have to pick with Vince concerns his unwillingness/inability to sing any Motley Crue song all the way through from beginning to end without taking a hundred breaks in between. Basically, he sings about every third or forth word and leaves it up to the audience to fill in the gaps. WTF? He has been doing this for about ten years and it makes me want to smash him in the face. Vince, dude, get a little bit friendly with reality here: nobody in Madison Square Garden last night paid $90 for their ticket so they could hear the drunk guy next to them sing the chorus to “Kick start my heart.” I mean, that’s the pay off! If you just sing every other word to the verses and then hand off the mike to the audience to sing the chorus – like a lame, douche bag jagoff – that’s completely unacceptable! I refuse to pretend that we should not call shenanigans on you for this heinous, repeated transgression! I would rather have Vince LIP SYNC the fucking songs then just not sing. Nikki Sixx must agonize over a desire to kick your not-that-fat ass out of the band for how you butcher his music. Fuck you, Vince Neil for not singing the songs!
Thank you for reading, and please continue to rock.
Motley Crue Bassist and one of the few modern Rock Stars left, Nikki Sixx, turns 50 today. If you need something to pass the time, you can read my 2003 interview with Mr. Sixx right here, because it is just insane.
Bringing Sexy Back…Not!
Tell me its not true: Matt Damon Voted Sexiest Man Alive.
Uh, Matt Damon? Seriously? Um, I think not. Matt Damon is gross. I can think of at least ten guys I know who are hotter and sexier than Matt Damon.
Gail’s Choice for Ten Living Men Who are Sexier Than Matt Damon
- Keith Nelson from Buckcherry
2. Bloated, nearly 50-year-old, Post Rehab Nikki Sixx
3. Anderson Cooper, oh yes.
4. Neal Smith circa 1972
5. My Gay Friend Geoffrey
6. Co-host of Project Runway, Tim Gunn
7. Chef Tom Colicchio Holding Raw Meat
8. Yul Kwan from Survivor
9. Gentleman Rock Star, Bill Rieflin
10. Simpsons’ Cartoon Version of Terry
The next time that People magazine has one of these “Sexiest Man” polls, they need to get in touch with me. Because I will set them straight.
The following are my ten favorite random key phrases used on search engines that I pulled off the Worleygig.com stats page for the month of March, 2006.
1. Do frogs really sit on lily pads
2. Nine Inch Gails (obviously a typo, which makes it even more hilarious)
3. Feeling lyrics Pantene
4. Zombie Cake
5. Hip hop punk funk mambo ska (when one search phrase must cover all the basses)
6. When did Nikki Sixx get sober
7. Myspace.com/how I became the bomb
8. AOL sucks
9. As gay as pink suede (I must have once used this phrase in an article)
10. Beyonce’s Ass