don’t try this at home-dave navarro and neil strauss

like viggo and cronenberg and firth and rush, strauss and navarro bromance it up here in my least favorite of the recent strauss binge. bigups to the new strombo staff member who was able to have a conversation about neil strauss with me, always a welcome surprise. there was an interview in this book where i couldn’t actually tell the voices apart until they started saying each other’s names, which is kind of scary. i’m not sure what i learned from this, other than drugs are bad for you, rick rubin was at the house at some point, and that i was touched that dave wasn’t confident enough to woo carmen “with jay-z cranked up to 9”. i spent too much money on amazon getting common’s book with adam and a couple other goodies, but shipping and handling is a major drag-boo. here’s some rock star wisdom:

“A chain of irreversible events begins to take place. A broken heart manufactures steel plates to protect itself from an unavoidable and impending danger. Unbeknownst to the manufacturer, this plate carries with it an internal magnet. The magnet identifies itself as ‘ambivalence.’ When drawn into the magnetic field, an opposing, neutral force is itself magnetized. (In other words, once a person becomes callous and uncaring-a heartbreaker-it seems to me that they become more attractive, especially to pure hearts that self-destructively seek to be broken.) These events are so horrible that a trial of scattered carcasses are periodically left to decay on the city street corners. Some step over the bodies, as if they were globs of chewing gum melting in the hot So Cal sun. These very select few known as ‘the enlightened.’ I view myself as one of them.” (35-6)

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2 thoughts on “don’t try this at home-dave navarro and neil strauss

  1. where surveillance meets documentation:

    “The movie seemed disgusting not because of the images, but because of Navarro’s eagerness to exploit a tragedy for the sake of a self-aggrandizing art film. At least, that’s what I thought until Navarro said it wasn’t an art film. It was his will. The song in the CD changer, which he wanted played over and over at his funeral, was “This Is How We Do It” by Montell Jordan.” (2-3)

    “It’s important to note that for Navarro, like Hefner, the installation of these low-tech devices was not just a product of paranoia. It was life as art, with most of the evidence routinely uploaded onto the elaborate Internet homepage Navarro started this same month and worked on obsessively during his sleepless days and nights.” (10)
    “Now, one might think that the first thing on Dave’s mind would be to clean up his needles and coke dust. But no. This is a man who makes his cleaning lady and her daughter get inside his photo booth every month, who tapes conversations with his therapist, who buys fake VCRs and clocks with hidden cameras. So the first thing Navarro does on returning is set up two covert video cameras in the house to document his impending arrest.” (139)

  2. girls:

    “She seems like just another one of the many women who come to Los Angeles because in the small towns in which they grew up, everyone told them that they were so beautiful and popular they should move to Hollywood to become a star. But they arrive in Los Angeles only to discover that there are thousands of other special small-town girls just like them, all competing for the exact same jobs, all getting seduced by the same rich, older men, and all convinced that anytime they want to they can quit taking the drugs they are fed night after night.” (108)

    “I went to school all the time with this inferiority complex. The school was in Bel-Air, and we had to wear uniforms and every kid was rich and got dropped off in a fancy car. Lisa Marie Presley was two grades under me, and there was a day when Elvis dropped her off with fucking cops on bikes protecting him. I had no idea who Elvis was. All I knew was that I didn’t have a police escort.” (14) Dave

    “you an addict, you go with janet jackson, you cured”:

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