Nikki Sixx Relates Seeing Crue Live to Screwing Strippers
Nikki Sixx was chatting with Carol Anne Szel of Powerline and he gave a dumb answer.
Powerline: How would you describe today's MÖTLEY CRÜE?
Nikki Sixx: I think you'll get a different answer from everybody in the band. That's what I love about our band; it's like four different personalities. But in my opinion, I feel MÖTLEY CRÜE is built to insult you. We're here to assault you. I'm not interested in snuggling and a kiss. I just want to get right to fuckin'. And it's, like, SIXX: A.M. is seductive, sexually charged, beautiful evening out under the moon that ends up making love. Fortunately in a graveyard. MÖTLEY CRÜE, it's just like fucking a nasty stripper that's probably gonna give you a disease. And I'm proud of that. I don't want us to be tame; I don't ever want us to be rightable. The things that we do and say. And our lyrics, it amazes me to this day that they will play "Shout At The Devil" on radio. It says, "I'll be the love in your eyes; I'll be the blood between your thighs." I'm like, "Are you sure you're listening to the lyrics?" We're not BON JOVI. It's a miracle; the whole thing's a miracle.
I bolded the part that is really interesting. I know that after 20 years of being asked the same question you have to think of things that are a little "outside the box." This description isn't something flattering though.
One thing I learned from Mystery from the VH1 show The Pick Up Artist, it's that strippers are the apex of women. Picking up a stripper for sex seems easy (sex is their business), but mind you they have seen and heard it all from groveling peons with small phalluses. Trying to nail a stripper without a nice looking car (that's relative to the stripper), a hint of monetary stability (again relative to the stripper), or a meat head look (relative of King Kong) is damn near impossible. Us pasty, white guys moderately hung with a safe, stable blogging job just don't fight the strippers off with ugly sticks.
I have enjoyed the Russian Roulette of an STD laden swallow(er). I have dabbled in a fine Friday night Game Night, where the game was "Does this look infected?" or "If it's Shark Night, can she get pregnant?" It's an experience I left only with scars and knowing I'd never want to do it again.
Who would want to spin the Roulette wheel of STD with a dirty stripper? Only two people in the United States, Mystery and Kevin Federline. If you want to risk getting a nasty disease and taking Valtrex for the rest of your life, Motley Crue are playing in Feburary four times a week at The Joint at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. Tickets here.
Powerline: How would you describe today's MÖTLEY CRÜE?
Nikki Sixx: I think you'll get a different answer from everybody in the band. That's what I love about our band; it's like four different personalities. But in my opinion, I feel MÖTLEY CRÜE is built to insult you. We're here to assault you. I'm not interested in snuggling and a kiss. I just want to get right to fuckin'. And it's, like, SIXX: A.M. is seductive, sexually charged, beautiful evening out under the moon that ends up making love. Fortunately in a graveyard. MÖTLEY CRÜE, it's just like fucking a nasty stripper that's probably gonna give you a disease. And I'm proud of that. I don't want us to be tame; I don't ever want us to be rightable. The things that we do and say. And our lyrics, it amazes me to this day that they will play "Shout At The Devil" on radio. It says, "I'll be the love in your eyes; I'll be the blood between your thighs." I'm like, "Are you sure you're listening to the lyrics?" We're not BON JOVI. It's a miracle; the whole thing's a miracle.
I bolded the part that is really interesting. I know that after 20 years of being asked the same question you have to think of things that are a little "outside the box." This description isn't something flattering though.
One thing I learned from Mystery from the VH1 show The Pick Up Artist, it's that strippers are the apex of women. Picking up a stripper for sex seems easy (sex is their business), but mind you they have seen and heard it all from groveling peons with small phalluses. Trying to nail a stripper without a nice looking car (that's relative to the stripper), a hint of monetary stability (again relative to the stripper), or a meat head look (relative of King Kong) is damn near impossible. Us pasty, white guys moderately hung with a safe, stable blogging job just don't fight the strippers off with ugly sticks.
I have enjoyed the Russian Roulette of an STD laden swallow(er). I have dabbled in a fine Friday night Game Night, where the game was "Does this look infected?" or "If it's Shark Night, can she get pregnant?" It's an experience I left only with scars and knowing I'd never want to do it again.
Who would want to spin the Roulette wheel of STD with a dirty stripper? Only two people in the United States, Mystery and Kevin Federline. If you want to risk getting a nasty disease and taking Valtrex for the rest of your life, Motley Crue are playing in Feburary four times a week at The Joint at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. Tickets here.
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