Vinhos
Nikki Sixx: The Heroin Diaries – A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star, Poket Books, 2007.
- Mark Lanegan — The Winding Sheet
Saw God staring from the wall / I was alone and lost / Here to take me from this world / Still alone and lost. Night when the dogs from hell come out / Roam my house in chains of gold / The darkness dares my eyes to close / With the setting sun. Saw...
- Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time — Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly...
- Pere Ubu — Worlds In Collision
Entre coisas de beber, uma de ouvir. Outro velho favorito meu. O álbum chama-se Worlds in Collision; a banda, Pere Ubu. Fica a faixa de abertura. And now that I only know what I used to know it's like I live in a ghost tale / Catherine! There's...
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And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- The Golden Palominos — Dead Inside
I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth, it almost covers my nose, but I can breathe barely. I...
Vinhos
OCTOBER 1ST, 1987 DAY OFF
Van Nuys, noon
Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the left and you could see the stars so clear that we even saw a shooting star. Then he would tip to the right and you could see the arc of the Earth with spotted lights from little suburbs as we were getting close to LA. It feels like an electric tomb... I sometimes wonder if I will ever get out of here alive...
Karen has gone to stay with a friend while I’m back home–says she feels weird being here while I'm here as well but I wish she would stick around. It might stop me from going crazy.
1:30 p.m.
Abdul has a friend who sells rock. I had an oz cooked up and brought over – it will be here in a while.
I'm depressed, and I don't know why. I can't get outta this place in my head. I can’t shake it off. Drugs make it better – drugs make it worse. Every time I’m gonna stop I get the itch...
3:45 p.m.
Oh my God – as soon as I got the rock and hit the pipe I thought my heart was gonna jump outta my chest. The whole house started shaking, rolling and shit was falling off the walls. It threw me on the ground and I realized we were having a fucking earthquake.
I didn't know what to do so I ran outside, pipe in hand, and the door locked itself behind me. I was naked and had to run around the back of the house and break the window to get in. Then the alarm went off, and the security company called. Days like this I wish I didn't get out of bed...
5 p.m.
Flushed the coke in case there is another quake. I don't think my heart can take it. I took a few pills and I'm starting to get tired. We have a show in San Diego and I don't want any chance to get more coke. I'm gonna go play my guitar and lay in bed till I fall out.
IAN GITTINS: The Los Angeles earthquake of October 1, 1987, measured 5.9 on the Richter scale. It killed eight people, injured scores more, and left 2,200 people homeless and more than 10,000 buildings badly damaged. However, Nikki Sixx was by far the most infamous Los Angeleno to react to the quake by running out of his house butt-naked and waving a crack pipe.
Van Nuys, noon
Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the left and you could see the stars so clear that we even saw a shooting star. Then he would tip to the right and you could see the arc of the Earth with spotted lights from little suburbs as we were getting close to LA. It feels like an electric tomb... I sometimes wonder if I will ever get out of here alive...
Karen has gone to stay with a friend while I’m back home–says she feels weird being here while I'm here as well but I wish she would stick around. It might stop me from going crazy.
1:30 p.m.
Abdul has a friend who sells rock. I had an oz cooked up and brought over – it will be here in a while.
I'm depressed, and I don't know why. I can't get outta this place in my head. I can’t shake it off. Drugs make it better – drugs make it worse. Every time I’m gonna stop I get the itch...
3:45 p.m.
Oh my God – as soon as I got the rock and hit the pipe I thought my heart was gonna jump outta my chest. The whole house started shaking, rolling and shit was falling off the walls. It threw me on the ground and I realized we were having a fucking earthquake.
I didn't know what to do so I ran outside, pipe in hand, and the door locked itself behind me. I was naked and had to run around the back of the house and break the window to get in. Then the alarm went off, and the security company called. Days like this I wish I didn't get out of bed...
5 p.m.
Flushed the coke in case there is another quake. I don't think my heart can take it. I took a few pills and I'm starting to get tired. We have a show in San Diego and I don't want any chance to get more coke. I'm gonna go play my guitar and lay in bed till I fall out.
IAN GITTINS: The Los Angeles earthquake of October 1, 1987, measured 5.9 on the Richter scale. It killed eight people, injured scores more, and left 2,200 people homeless and more than 10,000 buildings badly damaged. However, Nikki Sixx was by far the most infamous Los Angeleno to react to the quake by running out of his house butt-naked and waving a crack pipe.
Nikki Sixx: The Heroin Diaries – A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star, Poket Books, 2007.
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- Mark Lanegan — The Winding Sheet
Saw God staring from the wall / I was alone and lost / Here to take me from this world / Still alone and lost. Night when the dogs from hell come out / Roam my house in chains of gold / The darkness dares my eyes to close / With the setting sun. Saw...
- Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time — Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly...
- Pere Ubu — Worlds In Collision
Entre coisas de beber, uma de ouvir. Outro velho favorito meu. O álbum chama-se Worlds in Collision; a banda, Pere Ubu. Fica a faixa de abertura. And now that I only know what I used to know it's like I live in a ghost tale / Catherine! There's...
-
And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- The Golden Palominos — Dead Inside
I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth, it almost covers my nose, but I can breathe barely. I...