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Hilda 2022-08-03 19:29:10
It’s stupid to compare this movie to Bohemia
It is even more stupid to say that The Dirt imitates Bohemia. Do you know rock music? The two bands each understood an album from start to finish, and then came to force it. Stupid
It is even more stupid to say that The Dirt imitates Bohemia. Do you know rock music? The two bands each understood an...
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Joesph 2022-08-03 20:34:39
Time For Change
(Should not be a film review)
In 2001, during a short break in the sketching class, I borrowed a tape called "Shout At The Devil" from a classmate. The moment I put it in the Walkman, I bid farewell to my adolescence.
There is a very humble performance in the album "God Bless the Children of the...
Alyssa Marie Stilwell
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Nikki Sixx: [narration] We weren't a band. We were a gang. A gang of fucking idiots.
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Tommy Lee: You wanna know what life on the road's really like? Every day went something like this... Five PM. Phone rings. Wake up. Remember nothing. Seven-thirty PM. Hang out back stage. Drink. Come back to life. Meet record and radio creeps. Listen to them ask, "Do you remember pissing on that cop car last night?" Uh, no. Nine-thirty PM. Show time! Adrenaline kicks in. Ten-thirty, motherfucker, drum solo in a giant spinning steel cage! Wow! Eleven-fifteen, finish show. Walk off stage hyperventilating. Make sure to to call fiancée before the real party starts. Try your best to sound sober. God, I'm so weak. One AM. The stewardess serves up some drugs and drinks. For Vince, sleeping pills. For Mick, vodka. For Nikki and me, zombie dust, which keeps the body awake and shuts the brain off, man. Four AM arrive in new city, go straight to the nearest strip club. Drink, snort and fuck everything in sight. And, hey, be sure to tip big. Don't be fucking stingy. Goddamn, I love strippers. Six AM. Back at the hotel, completely shit-faced. This is a nice place. Let's redecorate. Yeah, move the TV over here. Next thing you know, get handcuffed to the bed by Doc. Five PM. Phone rings. Wake up. Remember nothing.
