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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Scott Weiland's New Bio Goes (Just Barely) Behind the Music: "Do like horses on trails. Don't like motorcycles on the L.A. Fwy"

Posted By on Tue, Jul 17, 2012 at 5:56 AM

  • What greets you at That final word rotates out -- there's also "demoralized" "redemptive" and "twisted."

Take away the string of No. 1 hits and the millions of dollars that followed, and Scott Weiland's story could have been authored by any number of lapsed Catholics who've struggled with addiction or complicated family and love relationships, to say nothing of those deadly sins.

Mostly, though, the shock in the Stone Temple Pilots' frontman/erstwhile exoskeleton's memoir, Not Dead & Not For Sale (a better title would have been Punch-Drunk & Without Bail, surely?), released last week, comes from how innocent much of it sounds: When Core ("Sex Type Thing," "Plush," "Creep") was at its height in 1992, for example, Weiland was only in his early twenties, pining for a girl, Jannina, who was all of seventeen. He'd marry her two years later.

Early pages read in part like a teenager's diary: "I'm in love with love -- or is it the idea of being in love? ....But why, I wonder, does love always equal a broken heart?"

Oh boy.

Things pick up a bit in the meat of the book, authored with the help of David Ritz (whose CV includes collaborations with Don Rickles [two], Laila Ali and cowriting the song "Sexual Healing"). An athletic altar server with an unabashed appreciation for Captain & Tennille, John Lennon and Sergei Prokofiev, Scott Weiland grew up splitting his time between school months in Ohio with his stepdad, Dave Weiland, and summers with his biological dad, Kent Kline, in California. "Having two dads and no dad was confusing," he says. That push-pull carries throughout adulthood with recurring themes of love versus lust, critical success versus personal satisfaction, being on the wagon and hurling himself off of it over and over again.

Yet along with his normal-enough childhood and adolescence came the deep scars carved out by deaths of family members, friends, a teenage girlfriend's abortion and being raped by a football player from his high school.

But these unquestionably tragic revelations are surprisingly few. We know all too well about the drugs, the rehab, the relapses. In any rock memoir, it's nice for the reader to get a deeper insight into the artist's mind when he wrote an iconic verse. But here, when explained, the lyrics are generally met with an anticlimactic "Oh," rather than an enlightened "Ooooooh."

As the lyrics go, so goes Weiland life: "'Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart' reflects my hunger for redemption," he writes, before quoting the lyrics, "It's the last you'll ever choose. I am I am, I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and not for sale. Hold me closer, closer, let me go, let me be, just let me be me."

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