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Anthony Kiedis: Scar Tissue (465p.)

I did one on Kurt Cobain, and one on Jeff Buckley, and I should say rock biographies are a blast to read. I have always liked the Peppers, even though I prefer John Frusciante’s solo albums.

Out of the 465 pages, about 200 deal with the ascent of RHCP, 200 deal with Anthony’s recurring drug addiction, and another 65 deal with his many dalliances with the ladies. I read it in a little over two days, which I guess says it all – a page-turner.

We were in Belgium when Tony showed up with a fat, sweaty, boisterous Belgian fellow who bounded through my door speaking Flemish. He was an osteopath. I was thinking, “Jeez, yet another quack who’s not gonna be able to do anything.” He examined me, had me stand and walk around, and then told me to get on the bed. This big bowling ball of a fellow went to work on me. He lifted my leg and put all his weight on it, and POP!, my whole back snapped into place in one fell swoop. It was like going from being a broken toy to being a brand-new one. It turned out I had dislocated my sacrum.