Of all the members of Mötley Crüe, Mick Mars is the one I actually respect. He’s the quiet one, and I like that. He never caused trouble, he doesn’t need the spotlight; he just shows up and plays. Also, he technically died once before coming back to life. I bet you he’s actually a zombie.
In a new interview, Mick was asked about how the Crüe’s managed to carry on this long, and Mars hit us with some truth.
“We are all too stupid to do anything else,” he admits. “I don’t know — it’s 30 years’ worth of stuff and it’s like a family. We have our spats just like any other family kind of thing. It’s like Thanksgiving — everybody can argue about how the turkey is cooked. That gives you an idea of how things can get petty. You go off for a month and then you start talking, it’s that kind of a deal. It’s not a big deal at all.”
You know, sometimes, when I write stories about Mötley Crüe, people think I hate them or something. Not so. I grew up on Mötley Crüe; I’m no spring chicken. I just can’t believe they’re still putting asses in seats. I’m amazed and, in a way, impressed. And yes, a small part of me’s probably jealous they’re super rich, because…well, I blog.
Tommy Lee could dig through his couch cushions and probably find more money than I’ve got in my account. But that’s not their problem. I’m just trying to clear up the rumors: I don’t hate Mötley Crüe. I just think Vince Neil’s a drunken twat.
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