Should take a step back and say, “Is this the absolute best move I can Lowest and ready to give in and go belly-up forever and for always, we Would have missed all this? Evidence, I think, that when we are at our
In offing myself back in my teenage years of staggering angst, I Wait, wait, wait, wait! Just a second here. On the side of the stage, smiling at his healthy profit, ready to hand me a Waiting backstage for me, and there’s a middle-aged bald guy standing Of this sold-out show is clamoring for more. Standing onstage with a very expensive guitar strapped around my veryĮxpensive suit, playing a rock-and-roll song that I wrote. Happen in the movies or in this book, I am thirty-one years old and But thank God I have succeeded occasionally.īecause in a furious flash-forward, of the type that can only Thank God I haven’t succeeded at a lot of the things I’ve tried, like “Wow, somehow I thought it would all end so differently.” I’m thinking to myself as I lose consciousness,
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Good caressing by some attentive young woman and, right now, swingingīy my neck at the end of a very thick twine rope like some patheticī-Western movie bad guy. So here I am, seventeen years of age, feeling as ugly as the ass end ofĪ female baboon at mating season, unloved, very much in need of a My curse, my obsession, my school, my lesson.įor anyone with a short attention span, that should cover the majorĭetails of my life, so you can put this book back on the bookstore shelf.įor those of you who want to hear the deeper cut, many thanks and My life, my depression, my sin, my confession, Take a breath, don’t know if I’m ready for the second half Honest-to-God vision, spiritual transmissionĬlimb aboard the life raft, looking back I have to laugh
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Looking in the mirror and thinking how it used to beĭon’t like the skin I’m in, caught in a tailspin Last wills, shrink’s bills, sleeping pills, sex kills Prozac, lithium, could never get enough of ’em Head said “God’s dead,” motorcycle body shred Gold mine, feeding time, money/fame, I get mine Last in a long line, finally hit the big time Better start thinking ’bout my destination What am I doing kicking at the foundation? Joined a band, Vietnam, Mama-san, killed a manĭaddy gets real sick it’s too intense I can’t stick it Get stoned, get plastered, always was a moody bastard Mannlicher lock and loaded, JFK’s head explodedĭark figure at the fence, end of my innocence Mouseketeersĭaddy kept moving round, I can’t settle down
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Got a TV receiver Jerry Mathers as the Beaver Postwar baby boom, fifty kids in one roomĪll white future bright but living in a womb When I turned fifty, I wrote a song about my life so far, to see if I couldīorn in the Southern Land where a man is a manĭon’t remember too much, warm mama, cold touch Having finally found a more stable equilibrium, Rick’s story is ultimately a positive one, deeply informed by his passion for creative expression through his music, a deep love of his wife of twenty-six years and their two sons, and his life-long quest for spiritual peace. On a second, deeper level, he recounts with unsparing candor the forces that have driven his life, including his longtime battle with depression and thoughts of suicide, the shattering death of his father, and his decision to drop out at the absolute peak of fame. On one level, he reveals the inside story of his ride to the top of the entertainment world. By turns winningly funny and heartbreakingly sad, every page resonates with Rick’s witty, wry, self-deprecating, brutally honest voice. In Late, Late at Night, the memoir his millions of fans have been waiting for, Rick takes readers inside the highs and lows of his extraordinary life. Yet lurking behind his success as a pop star and soap opera heartthrob and his unstoppable drive was a moody, somber, and dark soul, one filled with depression and insecurity. In the 1980s, singer-songwriter and actor Rick Springfield seemed to have it all: a megahit single in “Jessie’s Girl,” sold-out concert tours, follow-up hits that sold more than seventeen million albums and became the pop soundtrack for an entire generation, and twelve million daily viewers who avidly tuned in to General Hospital to swoon over his portrayal of the handsome Dr. In a searingly candid memoir which he authored himself, Grammy Award–winning pop icon Rick Springfield pulls back the curtain on his image as a bright, shiny, happy performer to share the startling story of his rise and fall and rise in music, film, and television and his lifelong battle with depression. Now in paperback-Grammy Award-winning icon Rick Springfield shares the startling story of his rise and fall and rise again in music, film, and television and his lifelong battle with depression.
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