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a l i z a r i n R E D the red light district |
Thursday 2 August 2007
Anthony’s the vocalist of one of my ultimate favorite bands of all time, the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They’re one of the few bands I’d kill and move heaven, hell and earth for. Get me a backstage pass and you will be my best friend for life!!! I love them that much. Anyway, it’s only fitting I buy Anthony’s autobiography because here I am faced with an inevitable addiction (yes I am that dorky) and Anthony’s seen his share of addictions--refers to it as the three hundred pound gorrilla. Drugs were his poison. And, well, I never really acknowledged this to people but I was on the verge of becoming an alcoholic during my Amex days so I can relate. I know mine’s not as extreme. I didn’t really go all the way but boy did I come close—I was drinking every night but Sunday and it’s not due to some religious obligation, I had weekly early morning meetings during Mondays and I didn’t really need a hangover to cloud my BSing abilities. I swear, I have a very addictive personality. Which is, I guess, why I have done little drugs in my life. Avoided them religiously, although I should mention that one time when I went on a fix by, er, accident. My bright friend had the even brighter idea of feeding me happy brownies. I didn’t know I was eating extraordinary brownies. I had two big ones because I was already addicted to normal brownies then. I was stoned and damn it but I didn’t know I was actually stoned, which is the worst because I didn’t even get to enjoy the fact that I was, apparently, stoned. I ate the brownie, went home, started plucking my eyebrows. An hour later, I wondered why I hadn’t moved from my spot in front of the bathroom mirror STILL holding the tweezer right by my right eye. Pause. Two. Three. Four... Finally, I put two and two together and gave my friend a call. Dumbass!!! And then I laughed like crazy. So. There’s this particular excerpt in his book that proves why Anthony and I are soul mates: When I was a teenager and shooting speedballs, I wasn’t thinking, “I want to know God,” but deep down inside, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to know what that light was all about and was taking the shortcut. That was the story of my life, even going back to my childhood in Michigan, when I’d get home from school by going through a neighbor’s backyard and jumping a fence. It didn’t matter if I got bitten by a dog or I ripped my pants on the fence post or I poked myself in the eye with a tree branch that I was crawling over, it was all about the shortcut. My whole life I took the shortcut, and I ended up lost. I was totally in awe as I read this particular excerpt. I mean, a month before I was telling my parents I was postponing my Singapore plans because I had just realized then that the way that I intended to get myself there screamed “Shortcut!!!” (As in I swear that was the term I used!) And I realized I was having none of that. And my goals have shifted a bit so I decided I need to finish my drama with Manila first. Ah, Manila...when will our love-hate relationship end? :) I loved the book so much, felt a headache while reading along Anthony’s darkest junkie days, and felt incredibly high every time I read about his experiences of performing on stage. I loved the camaraderie of their band. And I loved how he derived inspiration for his funky kickass lyrics from the different people present in his crazy life. All the while I was reading, I was also listening to their songs. He wrote a bit about River Phoenix, whose movie Dogfight just killed me, and it turns out he was the inspiration for one of their songs, Transcending. The song Tearjerker (one of my all time favorite Chili Pepper songs) was written for Kurt Cobain whose death was an emotional blow for everybody in the band. Under the Bridge was written when Anthony felt estranged from all his bandmates. Californication was written on a cleansing trip he took in Thailand because during his travels to exotic places, one of the things that struck him was the extent to which American culture had permeated other countries in the world. That and when he was in Auckland, a crazy lady was ranting about how the band were “psychic spies from China.” The phrase stuck. And I didn’t know this but one of his serious girlfriends was that girl from Say Anything! Ione Skye. Hollywood. Small world. I loved that movie. Made me fall in love with John Cusack. I should watch that movie again. :) Labels: anthony kiedis, scar tissue
posted by Tricia @ 11:21 1 Comments:
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he's hot on the cover!!!!