Dancing with Myself
Billy Idol
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He made the sneer famous and along the way became one of the most important
characters in the English punk movement. He became an MTV media darling, and
it was impossible to turn on the television in the mid-'80s and not see
Idol's leathered fist raised in glorious defiance.
Now Idol--born William Michael Albert Broad on November 30, 1955--writes
about his life as a musician and a video star in his new autobiography. His
memoir also reveals that his life was fueled by drugs and alcohol; that his
childhood was a transient one; and that success breeds monsters, inside and
around you.
Here is a brief excerpt about a night in the life of Billy Idol: We
repaired to our hotel and downed more pills. Before long, I passed out in my
bed. When I came to, it was nighttime and Harry had gone out, leaving me with
two hookers. I became enraged, and with all the power I could muster through
the workouts I'd been doing for a year and a half, I picked up the five-foot
log that was serving as a table and threw it through the glass sliding doors
that filled an entire wall of the room. When the hotel owner saw it in the
morning, it took $20,000 to calm him down and stop him from calling the
police. We decided it was best to get out of dodge, or in this case,
Pattaya, and head back north to Bangkok.
Idol has dozens of these types of stories. They are shocking--some of them
are decadent--but they are all honest. Which is why you need to read this
book. Most rock autobiographies are big on generalities but lack the
details. Here, the singer gets inside of everything and reveals exactly who
he was and who he is.
Originally published on Curled Up With A Good Book at www.curledup.com. © Steven Rosen, 2015
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