The closest I have ever gotten to being a fan of Red Hot Chilli Peppers is reading Scar Tissue, Anthony Kiedis’ autobiography. It was a great read. I loved it. I passed my copy on to so many people that it is now probably residing in some backpacker hostel in Patagonia.

Billy Idol is next up on the autobiography list of things to read. Have a sneaky little read from Dancing With Myself…

“By the morning of February 6, 1990, I’d been living on a fine edge for more than a decade, always courting disaster to experience the biggest high. I’d been living the deranged life. I felt so nihilistic, yet why hadn’t I just tuned in and dropped out? Instead, I followed Jim Morrison’s credo, the credo of Coleridge and, at one point, Wordsworth, the credo of self-discovery through self-destruction I so willfully subscribed to until this moment: Live every day as if it’s your last, and one day you’re sure to be right.”

This is going to be a good read whilst you’re sipping vodka-tonics next to the pool this summer.

Check out more of the excerpt at Time