It's full of emotional turmoil, violence, addiction, and just, like, a shitload of hardcore fucking. And often, the gods of rock like to swirl all of that mess together, creating sexual exploits so weird and sordid that even Larry Flynt would look away.
It's not that Slash ever called Bowie a has-been, or that Bowie accused Slash of ripping off one his lesser-known alter egos The Sunglass Wizard.
All Bowie did was have tons of sex with Slash's mom when he was a kid. During the making of The Man Who Fell to Earth, Bowie -- vagabond and satanic sperm incubator -- began a passionate affair with his costume designer. The lady in question was Ola Hudson, a world-famous designer responsible for the looks of other rock luminaries like Ringo Starr and John Lennon. She's also the mother of some guy named Saul Hudson, although we know him better by the punctuation sign he now goes by.
You're face to face, With the man who boned your mom Continue Reading Below Advertisement During an interview in , Slash finally admitted that he absolutely despised Bowie for being his mom's boyfriend. And while their relationship was very mysterious to the press, Slash saw it all.
The Duke was all up in their domestic life, including tucking the future hellraiser into bed like he was his eyepatch-wearing stepdad from space. Slash even saw Bowie's Major Tom when he walked in on them during, um, naked wrestling. The guitarist does admit that he always thought Bowie was cool, just not in the "it's cool to bang my mom" kinda way.
Admittedly, that was probably a package deal if you wanted to be friends with David Bowie. Although the whirlwind romance only lasted three years, Ola remained close with Bowie, even asking him to sit down with Slash and give him advice on overcoming his drug addiction early in his career.
We're not sure how that conversation started, but it probably ended with some door-slamming and Slash yelling, "You can't tell me what to do! You're not my real dad!
It's a high-stakes game, and if you don't want to lose, you better be willing to do anything. Just ask Motley Crue. Continue Reading Below Advertisement In the early days of the band, most of the members had girlfriends -- which is problematic when your job kind of insists on you sexing groupies.
Not wanting to break up with the loves of their lives, but also wanting to constantly be boning other people whenever they weren't home, the Crue came up with a plan.
After every piece of backstage or recording booth tail, the band would take Tommy Lee's van to a place called Naugles. There, they celebrated their infidelity with a round of egg burritos -- one to eat, and one to slather all over their dicks and balls.
Continue Reading Below Advertisement Now, rubbing Mexican food on your junk isn't some old-fashioned cure-all for groupie-related STIs -- this ritual was all about the smell. The band figured that the smell of egg burrito would overpower even the most pungent of backstage favors. And before you ask "Couldn't they just shower? Taking a shower would raise more suspicions than coming home smelling of strange vaginas.
As Vince Neil described it, "We would tell our girlfriends, 'Oh, we dropped the burritos in our laps. Maybe their girlfriends were too worried about them dying of high cholesterol to be thinking about them cheating. As we know you're dying to find out , they used the burritos like washcloths, not like fleshlights.
The Crue didn't ram their members into piping-hot eggs. At that point of the evening, their dicks were already burning plenty. Not with their shitty music, but because of all the hardcore porn they were producing. Zane Entertainment Group You can get herpes just by looking at that cover. Continue Reading Below Continue Reading Below Advertisement On the backs of their reputations as barnstorming hooligans, these bands were offered starring spots in the soon-to-be-bestselling series Backstage Sluts, wherein famous rockers recount their wildest sexual moments -- which totally happened, bro -- while actual porn stars acted them out.
So what sort of antics are we talking here? Well, there's ICP's Violent J trying to cajole one of the performers into having sex with him because he's got the world's biggest penis a line which we're sure she's never heard before. Or how about watching a reenactment of El Duce -- of the charming "rape rock" band The Mentors -- having sex with homeless women?
Or watching another singer have the world's least passionate threesome with his girlfriend and another woman? Motorhead's Lemmy Kilmister even shows up to talk about the terrifying hour he spent laying some supremo pipe on Wendy O. Williams, lead singer of The Plasmatics.
The piece de resistance, however, is watching Insane Clown Posse reminisce about a time they witnessed their roadies throwing lunch meat at naked groupies Spin Magazine The fifth wall is the lunchmeat industry.
Alternatively, you can join a church or something. Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey had a playlist like that, only theirs was nothing but a loop of Carey's song about how real heroes never go soft halfway through. Continue Reading Below Continue Reading Below Advertisement In , during an interview with chain smoking grandmother Howard Stern, Cannon revealed that when the then-couple had lovin' on their minds, there was nothing that got the bodily fluids pouring like queuing up a couple of her tracks and going to town on each other.
Their favorite Carey anthem? Her soft and sweeping "Hero. Or maybe it's because Cannon doesn't have any music of his own worth listening to while you're trying to bump uglies.
Either way, this should come as no surprise to anyone familiar with Mariah Carey, who insisted on giving birth while listening to a recorded live performance of her own song, "Fantasy," so she could hear her fans clapping for her. But unlike most of us, Cannon was getting off on his wife's singing long before they were married.
In the same interview, he also told the world that he jerked it to the very same song , which might be the most loyal version of masturbation anyone has ever admitted to. After their divorce, Cannon admitted that sharing those tidbits had gotten him into trouble with Carey.
Maybe telling the world that he needed two Mariah Careys to whisper in his ears might have contributed to their split. At least he has her music to keep him company at night. But that's not the only way Van Halen was entrepreneurial with his young fans. Let's take a minute and discuss how original frontman David Lee Roth amused his roadies by sending them out on groupie scavenger hunts.
From his lofty position on the stage, Roth would instruct his roadies to dive into the crowd and collect very specific girls for him to have sex on. The lucky girl would be given a special backstage pass with the initials of the roadie who approached her written in the top corner. And while it must have been unpleasant for the hotties who flocked backstage to get the runner-up prize of being felt up by a mustard-stained teamster, using women as currency did cut pack-up times in half.
Seeing that so much of his backstage dealings revolved around Roth banging groupies, it makes sense that he insured his wang. After all, if something ever happened to it, the backstage work would have ground to a halt. But everywhere else, women would rejoice at no longer being herded into Roth's fuck pen by his sound-checking border collies, and men would rejoice for never having to hear "Jump" again. Looking like Jared Leto having a psychotic break during the filming of Suicide Squad 2 and acting like an Ozzy Osbourne who can remember how to be metal, you can only imagine how the sex is, right?
Very bureaucratic, it turns out. Continue Reading Below Advertisement Manson likes his rules , particularly when they concern boning, or "splicing the Cthulhu with two backs. Not because he thrives in darkness and shit, mind, but because he's really shy. It's hard for Manson to concentrate, which is why he also only has sex while keeping his underwear around his ankles, in case he needs to flee the room. Makes sense, it's really hard to find black silk in total darkness.
Manson's peccadillos wouldn't be such an issue for his queens of the dead if they didn't come up so frequently. The minimum number of times per day he has to engage in "sexual congress" is five, with ten being the ideal goal. So imagine having to punch in five times a day, waiting for Manson to squeeze out of seven layers of latex, and then stumbling around in the dark, knowing that if you accidentally make his underoos slip off, the whole carnival starts all over again.
Add an antique abortionist chair covered with a bear rug, which is Manson's favorite sex surface, and now you know what it's like making love to the goth supreme: