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About The Book. Daylight unfolds and casts shadows within the elevation, as if God is slowly revealing his colors for the day from his paint box, the hues of brown and green of earth and foliage offset by the bleached white of the protruding rocks that hold my home in place on the hillside.

Standing at my window, I hear sirens blaring in the distance. The constant moan of the freeway echoes that of my tired and played-out soul. Just the night before, after almost two years of work, we put the aptly titled album Charmed Life to bed. I say that as if we threw one party to celebrate the completion of the album, but the truth is that the party went on for two years. Two years of never-ending booze, broads, and bikes, plus a steady diet of pot, cocaine, ecstasy, smack, opium, quaaludes, and reds.

I passed out in so many clubs and woke up in the hospital so many times; there were incidents of returning to consciousness to find I was lying on my back, looking at some uniformly drab, gray hospital ceiling, cursing myself and thinking that I was next in line to die outside an L. And then Friday soon became Thursday and so on, until all rules were taboo. We somehow managed to make music through the constant haze. The album proved to be slow going and the only way to feel any kind of relief from the pressure was to get blotto, avoid all human feelings, and reach back into the darkness once again.

Somewhere in that darkness, I told myself, there was a secret of the universe or some hidden creative message to be found. Mixing business with pleasure seemed the best way to see if the new songs worked. Once the party was in full swing, we walked around naked but for our biker boots and scarves.

Boots and Scarves became the running theme.

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The girls loved it and got in on the act. It helped that we recruited them at the local strip bars; they felt comfortable naked. We had full-on orgies in those studios we inhabited for months.

It was like a glorified sex club. We were all about instant gratification, lords of the fix. Songs must be written.

The ideas must flow. Without constraint. The keyed-up feeling that prevents me from sleeping is the result of the care and concern I put into making a record that will decide the course of my future.

Months later, Charmed Life will go on to sell more than a million copies. The breakup of my relationship with my girlfriend, Perri, the mother of my son, Willem, has left me bereft, but finishing the album has been my only priority.

Grant at Appomattox in And then: The difficult has to be faced straight-on and the result forged out of sweat and tears.


What can I do to keep away these blues that rack my thoughts and creep into my bones? Still, I feel uneasy, dissatisfied in the pit of my stomach. The bike will blow away these post-album blues , I think. As I open the garage door, the chrome of my Harley-Davidson Wide Glide gleams with expectation, beckoning me.

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The L. I was beginning to write and perform autobiographical songs about the paucity of spirituality within myself and the revolution I was caught up in. Despite the drugs that were increasingly becoming part of my life, or perhaps because of them, I was starting to examine my own feelings of emptiness that had led me to seek comfort in heroin. Until I met Perri [Lister], I'd really been starting to feel like a lone wolf. I was questioning my desire to be a rock star and was concerned with the possibility of becoming someone—if I wasn't careful—who would lose his soul in the process.

These were not gang chants but increasingly personal observations. I had begun to carve out my own lyrical niche.

I had learned a great deal from Tony [James]—we still wrote songs like "Stars Look Down," "Revenge," and "Oh Mother" for the new album together—but I was increasingly beginning to find my own voice. Recording with Keith Forsey was exciting for me, though Tony didn't really get on too well with him.

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They would bicker all the time, and I could see the two of them might not want to continue together after the record was finished. I thought Keith was doing a great job. It was the best-sounding album we'd made so far.

He didn't let events rattle him, and he could shake himself from an unhappy to a happy mood easily. When we finished the album, I was the only one to seek him out at his hotel on his last night in the UK. I had dinner with him and his wife, Karen.

I told him I liked how he worked and hoped we might do more, if I was ever given the chance to make another record. After all, my future was certainly up in the air at that moment.

Keith had really tried to make my concept for the record work, and I appreciated that a great deal. Most important, we had a finished version of "Dancing with Myself" in the can. Would it be my bridge to the future? We made love in bed all day and night, high on heroin, grass, and hash. With that particular cocktail, as orgasm boiled over, we would pop an amyl nitrate commonly known as poppers and send our bodies to the sweet spot that intensifies the growing explosion of chemistry between two lovers entwined like vines, curling together, disappearing into each other.

Heroin is a dangerous and addictive drug. If you take it enough, it returns you to the place that is as comfortable and all-encompassing as your mother's womb. After three days, you're hooked. When you come off, you're debilitated, to the point where you feel like your skeleton is trying to get out of your body; you're dying for more. And unless you want to go on feeling bad, you need a continuous supply. Thanks to Bill Aucoin's renegotiation with Chrysalis, I now had enough money to fund my habits.

The Stony-Eyed Medusa and I lived in a twilight world of drugs, sex, and rock 'n' roll friends. We roamed the London night in a small tools minivan I bought from my dad, dubbed "Power Tool the People. Waking up on different floors and beds, I was surrounded by the ubiquitous reggae music, which we always played while we were "block up," a phrase we used for getting stoned.

There had to be guardian angels looking silently through the hash fumes just above our heads.

Why else would I still be here today, alive and well, to tell the story? It was amazing I was able to get out of bed long enough to record our album, but I was. This meeting would prove fortuitous for the future. Living twenty-four hours every day with Perri back then was quite the experience. We had a connection that was deeper than any I had ever known. It was a great trip for me to have a counterpart with whom I had so many interests in common, including fashion, music, movies, and the like.

Perri had become my constant companion throughout this life of love, lust, and insanity. Only later did I realize that I had not paused to consider that my intense love affair with her, the heroin, hash, and other drugs were unraveling the constraints of my punk past and helping to further widen the gulf between me and Tony James.

The last nail in the coffin for Tony and me was the relative lack of success of our final album together, Kiss Me Deadly. I suppose our new direction was mystifying a lot of people, as the album was of quite a different nature than Valley of the Dolls. England moves quickly through different fashions and musical styles, and it occurred to me that the long break between the second and third albums meant that some of our fans might have moved on.

The record company started to say to me, "Well, you've done it here. It might be a good idea to go somewhere else, such as the USA and try again? Bill Aucoin agreed, and it seemed that he, too, wanted to concentrate on me as a solo artist, which I had begun to see as a good way to start afresh.

I had always dreamt about being in a group, but I now saw how fragile group harmony could be. If Tony and I were each in a different headspace and Gen X was fizzling, the only thing to do was to forge ahead and go solo. Following the disastrous critical lashing we got for Valley of the Dolls , the terribly unproductive time spent writing in the country for a third album, and Kiss Me Deadly' s lack of success, my musical tastes continued to evolve.

Perri being in a dance group made me think more about making music that was good for choreographed moves in a club. Dance and music represented an interesting opportunity, a new sense of place.

I was listening to more techno and groups like Kraftwerk. I liked Joy Division, and noticed a small number of bands, like PiL, Simple Minds, Human League, Daniel Miller's Soft Cell, and Cowboys International, were all finding ways to go forward with a post-punk hybrid, often incorporating other forms of music.Some thirty-three years later, I come to you again, with a story to tell. I do like how honest he was with his life story, and how much he loves his parents, Perri and his kids, even though he fought many, many demons along the way.

There had to be guardian angels looking silently through the hash fumes just above our heads. Return to Book Page. If you see with when you are out, pick it up.

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