It's Nikki Sixx's birthday.
Looks pretty good for a guy who WAS DEAD for a few minutes, back in the bad ol days.
He's still sort of got Jethro's 1987 hair...
See kids, it's possible to attempt to completely derail your life, and come out the other side, alive and healthy, crusading to get people off drugs and off the streets.
When I was a kid in the 80s, living on a farm with a social life full of long car rides and loitering outside the main street arcade and sometimes cruising King in the biggish city, his band was ubiquitous. I never owned any Motley Crue records because I didn't have to, everyone else had a cassette in the player. I still hear those songs and think of Dodge Dusters, VW Beetles, Chevettes with hood scoops, and all different colours of Camaro, Firechicken, and pickup truck varieties. I think of long hair and denim jackets and concert T shirts. I think of that fired up feeling of rebellion and that sometimes it felt really good to be young and alive.
I'm thinking about this particular rock star quite a lot lately. I just wrote a scene in which a frustrated musician- specifically, the bassist- yells at the producer, "I AM THE NIKKI SIXX in this band. Without me there IS NO BAND because there would be NO SONGS."
Or something like that.
They're no Motley Crue, mind you. Thankfully.
(thanks to Anita for reminding me of this occasion!)
Way to stay alive, Rock Star.