QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!
Have you made your New Year’s resolutions yet? And most importantly, have you broken them yet? Motley Crue’s bassist Nikki Sixx is somewhere in between! He’s broken his silence and is now talking (and singing in “Dancing On Glass”) about beating his drug addiction.
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QUIDNUNC'S CONFIDENTIAL!
Richard Blaine
Have you made your New Year’s resolutions yet? And most importantly, have you broken them yet? Motley Crue’s bassist Nikki Sixx is somewhere in between! He’s broken his silence and is now talking (and singing in “Dancing On Glass”) about beating his drug addiction. However, the good little bad boy Nikki sez: “I don’t do drugs, but I still drink like a fish!”
More valiantly, good girl Lisa Lisa has made a humanistic resolution to help her fellow man by writing a book about teen suicide. “I grew up with death around me,” says the Hell’s Kitchen resident, “and now I’m moving rapidly toward life.”
Ozzy Osbourne’s doing his share too, but it’s for his fellow cow-man. He performed a concert tour of English prisons! “I have nothing but respect for my captive audiences,” the brave Oz muttered, even though his life was endangered when, mid-set, a prisoner flung himself on the stage. Later, the airborne stage-crasher confessed that he wasconvicted for severing off the head of a policeman at the infamous Brixton riots! Lucky for the bathead-severing Ozzy that they didn’t end up as roommates.
A suggested resolution
for Matt Dillon might be to take etiquette lessons. While he and co-star Andrew McCarthy were on location for the film Kansas, mischief-making Matt “acted like a real jerk” by demanding that the local club remain open until three a.m. (it didn’t) and by hitting on all the girls (it didn’t work). Andrew, on the other hand, only became surly when the bar didn’t have his favorite drink. Horrors! Ever the gentleman, Dillon showed his disgust by repeatedly slamming his head against the wall.
Singer Ian Astbury of the Cult apparently prefers slamming his fists into heads. He raised more than his voice at a show in Vancouver, as fists and tempers flew. It’s lucky that Golden Gloves boxing champ Terrence Trent D’arby wasn’t within swinging distance. Ditto at a Sacramento concert by the Fat Boys.
When the trio announced that they hadn’t been paid so wouldn’t play, the crowd went wild, accosting the event promoter—who was trying to escape with the ticket money—and overturned his. car! Crash courses with Miss Manners are due all around, I’d say.
Similarly, the latest Pink Floyd concert tour might leave you with a black eye. “It’s sort of a musical mugging,” says drummer Nick Mason of the massive lighting devices, props, lasers and pyrotechnic displays.
As guitarist David Gilmour cautions, “Don’t forget your shades!”
The ever-so-refined-in-akinky-sort-of-way Prince had his audience go bonkers, too, when he played a secret show following the MTV awards. Fleetwood Mac and the Cars were driven to their feet, the Bangles exploded (by the way, Vicki Peterson’s tattoo is a fake!), Bette Midler and Whoopi Goldberg whooped it up and Charlie Sexton, uh, was there too. Joining the Paisley One for “1999” and “Purple Rain” were Huey Lewis, Cher and Chaka Khan—a veritable Three Stooges. No sign of Tyka Nelson, Prince’s little sis, who’s due to release her debut LP any second now.
Among those making New Year’s resolutions to finish more than one record each decade is Rick Springfield, whose first LP in three years, Rock Of Life, has taken so long because he’s been spending time diapering his new baby son, Lilam.
Those glamor-pusses in Poison have a new LP too, called (gulp) Swallow This. And there are new babies in their lives, too! Rikki Rockett himself gave birth to not one, but two (count ’em) young ’uns! And we didn’t even know he was pregnant. “Not mine!” he clarifies. Turns out that his dad’s an ambulance driver and one night, when Rikki volunteered to assist, “two mothers went into labor.” Just imagine the babies’ shock to see Rikki on the receiving end!
GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!
Believing that it’s better to give than to receive,
Kiss made an interesting donation: they gave a red 36D bra to Frederick’s Of Hollywood’s new bra museum. Pledging allegience to such an “uplifting cause,” Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons quoth “We salute you for providing a firm foundation for women’s needs.” The garment will be displayed alongside ones worn by Mamie Van Doren and Tony Curtis. Dolly Parton was unavailable for comment.
Supporting men's needs, on the other hand, is INXS singer Michael Hutchence who tossed certain rubbery birth-control devices to a concert crowd in his native Australia, and yelled insults aimed at the local prime minister. Currently self-imposed exiles in the U.S., INXS faces charges from officials Down Under who are still trying to figure out what legal action to take.
But back to resolutions! After spending eons making her film Heaven, director/actress Diane Keaton swore she’d having nothing more to do with the pearly gates until she’s pushing up daisies herself. But then Belinda Carlisle asked the Baby Boom star to direct her “Heaven On Earth” video. “When I first saw the title, I said ‘Oh no, no, no, NO!’ ” Diane moans.
“I can’t deal with this!”
But she did and they did and everything’s heavenly.
Perhaps the most important resolution of all would be for Dweezil Zappa to adopt Thumper’s motto:
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Once upon a time the MTV veejay announced a video as being by “another John Lennon rip-off band.” Oddly, he was talking about Crowded House, not Julian Lennon. So when the band accepted the MTV award for Best New Video Artist, a red-faced Dweez was zapped by head Houseboy Neil Finn who waited until cameras stopped rolling to reton, “Not bad for a John Lennon rip-off, eh, Dweezil?”
As for me? I resolve to never again utter a word of gossip... until the next ROCK-SHOTS, that is!
Ta ta!
GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP! GOSSIP!
