I knew I wanted to be a rock star back in kindergarten when I used to lay on my carpet during rest time and think about when I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show on TV, and all of the screaming chicks in the audience.  Except when my teacher would walk around to check on us.  Then I would try to see up her skirt when she walked by.

My mom forced me to take piano lessons for years and was like a piano Nazi, making me practice like an hour every day while everyone else was out playing.  If I made a mistake, she would whack me on my head. I hated it because I had to learn all of this classical crap that NOBODY thought was cool.  Everyone at school thought I was a girly boy.

Finally I quit that shit and bought a used K-Tel guitar when I was 15 after I saw Judas Priest perform with all the smoke and motorcycles and shit and I thought Rob Halford was like so macho and I thought about all the girls he must meet every night.  And then… wonder whatever happened there?

Originally I wanted to play the drums because I thought, ’How hard can that be? Hitting the shit out of that thing.’  But it didn’t take long until I figured out that the guitar players always got the best looking chicks.  So that settled it.   Guitar it was going to be.  Way back then, I was already demonstrating the kind of smart thinking that would make me become a rock star.

High school sucked big time.  I just didn’t do well with all the bullshit and my teachers were all dicks.  But I got a job helping the janitor after school which was cool because I had keys to every door and could steal the candy bars they stored for the candy machines and I was able to get copies of all my tests the night before.  That helped my grades a lot.  I also could watch the chicks in the locker room showering from inside the supply closet.  Until I got caught and the principal kicked me out of school.  I pushed his car over the edge of a stone quarry for that one.  And that was pretty much the end of my educational career.

So I moved to L.A. and jumped from band to band because none of those guys I was playing with could find their ass with both hands.  In every band I played in, when someone left, they ended up in a band that got famous.  After the third time that happened, I thought, ‘I can do that too’ and I split.  I was broke, no place to live and no chick to support me and keep me in picks and strings.

One night I was in this liquor store in West Hollywood trying to bum a fifth of something off this guy who was working there named Steven Nixx who spoke with a funny accent   I asked him where he was from and he told me Switzerland.  I had never met a guy before who spoke Swedish.

I can’t remember exactly how it went, but he had seen me in one of my old bands and told me he was a singer looking for a band that rocks.  So I told him I was looking for a singer and if he would give me a fifth of vodka, he could audition for my new band.   I would have told him anything for a bottle of something that night.  Anyway, a few days later, we got together.  He knew how to dress and had a pretty boy face and liked Motley Crue, so we joined forces.  That’s how it all started, almost 30 years ago now.

That was a lot of strippers and tons of blow ago, and a shitload of ups and downs since. Nixx fell off the roller coaster a while back but we’re back with a foxxy new singer out of Italy (he always say “teets” for tits… whatever as long as he can sing).

I started out with nothing.  And I still have most of it left.

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