Scar Tissue

I could not wait for this book to end. I actually like the RHCP and now I don't. It's just one big trainwreck with no redeemable characters. Anthony Kiedis is a self-indulgent, self-entitled prick (even at 13 years of age). No regard for other people. It was sickening to read. And I agree with the reviews who felt like this was a book of bragging. Not sure what there is to brag about -- Anthony spent most of his life as a hot mess. I can't recommend this book to anyone. I've read many autobiographies of this genre but this was boring and went on way too long.

Make a record, tour. Go on a drug bender. Go to rehab. Go on another drug bender. Rehab. Go on a drug bender. Go to rehab. Go on another drug bender. Rehab. Make a record, tour. Go on a drug bender. Go to rehab. Go on another drug bender. Rehab. Go on a drug bender. Go to rehab. Go on another drug bender. Rehab.Spend last 20 pages of book talking about how great rehab is.-The End

The first quarter of this book is a hair-raising adventure. Kiedis is a kid who is born and raised to party; his father is a drug dealing hippie who lives with a stable full of groupies and that sums up the kid’s life. He and his father both get into acting, then lose their gigs because they’re both undisciplined. He grows up manic, fearless, stupid, adventurous, and eccentric at the same time. It’s both frightening and hilarious to read about. Being an outsider is a common theme in this book. He goes from hippie kid in Michigan, transplanted to Los Angeles, to poor kid in a rich-kid school, to a long-haired Californian in a school full of Michigan farmboys. Fortunately for him, his father is good friends with Sonny Bono, so he makes good use of their guest room, refrigerator, and their address so he can go to a good high school. Eventually he wears out his welcome with Sonny, thanks to his rude-kid attitude, but I’ll not spoil the plot on what happens at the fur vest mansion. Then comes the school full of weirdo misfits, some of whom would eventually join Kiedis’ band. Scar Tissue reminds me of Jeanette Walls’ The Glass Castle where the crazy parents keep the family on the move through America’s poor towns. The only difference is that the poor town in Scar Tissue also has a thriving art and music scene, and he’s in no hurry to leave or see the world. As for his constant drug use, he has his father’s stash to keep him high 24 hours a day, so it’s not like he has to deal it to support his habit. Nor does he have to go into dangerous neighborhoods to buy the drugs, so there’s no danger to scare him straight. After high school he cheats his way into UCLA, snorts cocaine, steals his textbooks, steals his meals from the cafeteria, snorts some more cocaine, so it’s no surprise that he likes living in Los Angeles. Who wouldn’t? He’s a loser, don’t get me wrong, but what he has going for him is the constant freedom to keep losing. The tone of the story shifts, however, once he leaves UCLA. We get into the L.A. rock scene, and his life no longer consists of vegetating at his father’s house and getting high, interspersed with being a troublemaker at school. He now spends his time hanging out at the numerous run-down rock venues, interspersed with getting high and shoplifting for food. His father, scared straight by an LAPD raid, gets out of drug dealing and becomes a starving actor again. At the time of this story (circa 1983) the city was still on the downscale side and the cheap rents meant that anyone could open a music venue if you got the permits. The rock fans had less money to spend, so if you couple all that together, you can see how there were plenty of clubs to perform at. You didn’t have all the upscale restaurants driving rents up. Each part of the book can really stand on its own; the dysfunctional family, the crazy childhood, the starving actor, the starving rock musician. Unlike most rock star autobiographies, this one has been print since it came out, so there’s got to be a reason people love this book. I suspect it’s just as much about the wildness of Los Angeles as it is about music. Like that famous line from the song Californication, the city is “the end of the world and all of Western civilization,” or as Kenneth Anger put it, “a dusty tin lizzy trail on the edge of Manifest Destiny.” If you travel from the place where the USA began, Los Angeles is the last stop on the route.

First let me say I am and will remain a RHCP fan . I have nothing but respect for Anthony and his journey but it didn't reciprocate well into a book (for me) . It's very repetitive which is expected considering that this is all classic addict behavior but for me personally it wasn't fun to read because there is no climax. After the first big drug binge, relationship came, rehab came, performance came, then.....repeat, over and over again. When I first realized that he has a habit of falling deeply in love with every girl he dated, I thought it was humorous and towards the end I realized that is part of his desire to constantly fill the void in his soul (classic addict behavior). I can relate so much with that feeling of chasing a constant cloud of ecstasy (the feeling of euphoria of being in love, not the drug). I think it's sad that he was introduced to such a chaotic lifestyle at such a young age. He doesn't seem to realize that there is anything wrong with that. I can also relate to having strong support systems and being surrounded by love and still searching for more.....more.....more. There's never enough of anything for Anthony, almost a bratty trait that has fueled his lifestyle. He basically knew the right people, had connections and hit it big. He lucked out and that's great but in true fashion he does what he wants. He mentioned in the relationship with the last girl in the book (there's so many l don't remember the names) that when they argued, it was always so juvenile. They acted as stubborn children fighting to break each other's will. He said it was as if he was having to learn how to be an adult in an adult relationship because his social upbringing was clouded with drugs. He literally is like a 12 year old child living in a grown man's world/body. This makes his battle with addiction so much more complicated because on top of having to fight the disease, he has to reroute and learn how to live and communicate normally in all of his relationships. My life has been filled with similar chaos and I have several mind blowing stories but if I timelined everything into a book, it wouldn't be so appealing. If you're looking for a fly by the seat of your pants story, don't read this. If you're genuinely interested in knowing everything about AK this is the book for you.

Eew. This book actually grossed me out and opened my eyes to the depravity that drove the music. I used to idolize these guys. I hardly listen to them anymore.