Does the Noise in My Head Bother You? A Rock 'n' Roll Memoir

“Band Breaks Up Over Spilt Milk!”

Back in 1976, when I read stories about guys who lost everything and blew a million bucks snorting all they had, I used to say, “That’ll never happen to me.” But in the end I blew twenty million. I snorted my Porsche, I snorted my plane, I snorted my house in that din of drugs and booze and being lost.

I did drugs because it made me feel good, beginning, middle, end of story.

The best exercise for anybody is keeping your hand away from your mouth — food is kind of a drug addiction itself

Around twelve thirty we’re back on the plane. The pilot’s complaining because he’s got to fly so much—and we just came offstage! I guess it’s all relative, because we all think our problem is the worst until we see someone else’s. I’m bitching because I’ve been onstage for two hours and I hurt. Meanwhile somebody else was building the fucking pyramids.