On December 23, 1987, the Mötley Crüe bassist overdosed on heroin and was declared dead for two minutes. Sixx said he had an out-of-body experience during the time when the paramedics were scrambling to save him. He said that he saw a white light and a view of the ambulance from above. After receiving two shots of adrenaline to his heart, Sixx said that he awoke in the hospital. He got a ride home from two female fans, who were shocked to see him alive; he then took more heroin, passed out, and only then decided to enter rehab.
A deep web search revealed no evidence of Jesus Christ ever using heroin, but it seems peculiar that Sixx was resurrected so close to Jesus’ December 25 birthday. Perhaps Sixx was spared so that he could continue to lead the Crüe, one of the last remaining rock bands. The band is set to begin a tour with KISS this July, and the trek is expected to make a lot of money.
But it didn’t always look like Sixx would become an idol to millions. Always an outcast, Sixx was pushed aside by his hard-partying mother. He was a latch-key kid to the nth degree; he bounced around, lived with his grandparents, but never really found a home – until he moved to Hollywood, that is.
There, Sixx found three long-haired apostles to run with. His salvation came in the form of drummer Tommy Lee, guitarist Mick Mars, and singer Vince Neil. Together they became Mötley Crüe, and they successfully converted the entire Sunset Strip to their religion of playing rock music, doing drugs, and having sex with groupies (to the uninitiated: the Sunset Strip is a mile-and-a-half stretch in West Hollywood that is home to rock clubs such as the Whisky a Go Go and Roxy; it was a magnet for all sorts of bad behavior).
Sixx became an idol to many, worshipped by fans as a Johnny Thunders-like character. But Thunders, the New York Dolls guitarist who himself had an appetite for drugs, never broke through to the mainstream like Sixx. The critically-acclaimed Thunders never sold many records with the Dolls; Sixx and Mötley Crüe, however, became drug-addled superheroes.
The Crüe’s debut album, Too Fast for Love (1981), put them on the map. But it was the follow-up album, Shout at the Devil (1983), that commanded attention…from Satan. While recording the record, Sixx had begun reading books on the occult, and some very strange events began to happen. In the Crüe’s 2001 autobiography The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band, which they wrote with Neil Strauss, the band’s A&R representative recalls being at Sixx’s apartment and witnessing knives flying across the room and sticking into the wall. Sixx was also involved in a single-car accident that left him with a dislocated shoulder.
Upon the album’s completion, the plan was to call it “Shout with the Devil.” But the band’s management, however, convinced Sixx to change the name, for his own safety. Sixx obliged, and the album was released as Shout at the Devil.
Shout at the Devil:
Rabid fans brought Sixx fame and fortune. By the mid-1980s, Mötley Crüe could put out any recording and it would sell. Theatre of Pain (1985), for example, contained the hit “Home Sweet Home”; however, Sixx has stated that he barely remembers writing the album, which ended up going multi-platinum.
“Home Sweet Home”:
After the Girls, Girls, Girls (1987) tour and Nikki’s near-death experience, the band cleaned up. Dr. Feelgood was released in 1989, becoming the band’s most successful album to date; Sixx even wrote a song about his overdose, “Kickstart My Heart” and became a television evangelist (note: only one of those things is true).
“Kickstart My Heart”:
The Mayan calendar predicts that the world will end on December 21, 2012, but we here at Cultural Transmogrifier Magazine believe the end of days will happen sometime this summer, during the KISS/Mötley Crüe tour. Get out there and enjoy one of the last remaining spectacles of rock music. And happy Easter.