The David Lee Roth route to happiness, the one that goes through fun and only fun, is what makes this autobiography - and, ultimately, classic Van Halen - so fulfilling.
David Lee Roth may not be Bob Dylan. In fact, he’s not even Bob Daisley. Why is it, then, that his lyrics have been so influential in the ideological development of millions of young males? Certainly one could have taken more from some of Dylan’s (or Ozzy’s) more profound statements on love and life.
Why does the line “Take a chance: you’re old enough to dance” hit so hard in the gut? Same for “I’m takin’ whiskey to the party tonight and I’m lookin’ for somebody to squeeze.” Same for “I live my life like there’s no tomorrow” and “This is home, this is mean street” and “Ain’t talking ‘bout love.” For explanation from the man behind it all, David Lee Roth's 1998 autobiography Crazy From the Heat (Ebury Press, ISBN: 0091874807) may help.
David Lee Roth and Reptilian Genius
There’s something about Van Halen’s music that appeals to the reptilian brain the human race still has. There’s a base-level connection made between a Van Halen song and the soul (a point of connection. Use what term necessary). Sure, it’s mostly a bunch of male-centric, chest-thumping, borderline misogynistic tomfoolery, but it’s all so innocent. It’s the dirty hesher in his Trans Am yelling “Nice legs, what time do they open?” to girls outside the 7-11.
That guy is an idiot, yes, but he’s sincere. Maybe one girl looks down and goes “Yeah, I do have nice legs” and she comes back later for a soda or something and the same scumbag rocker is sitting in the same spot listening to the other side of The Cult’s Electric.
He invites her into the car. So she goes. They make out until the tape flips over and then they drive somewhere and get it on to “Peace Dog”. “Drop drop your lovin’ down on me, child” and then they share a joint and he drops her back off in front of the gas station. Nobody’s talking about a relationship and nobody’s interested in anything but what just happened. Nobody’s talkin’ ‘bout love. This is where David Lee Roth is coming from at all times.
Saddled With Bad Writing, but Not Hindered by It
Crazy From the Heat is saddled with bad writing, but not hindered by it. There isn’t a ghostwriter or editor in the world who can make David Lee Roth sound like Faulkner. Of course, that’s not what DLR is about. DLR on the page sounds like DLR on a microphone.
Therein lays the problem: this is a book, not an audio/visual interview. Some of the stories drag, like the tales of mountain climbing and a few of the stories about his youth. This can be chalked up to inexperience in written-word storytelling, and even though it’ the biggest problem with the book, it’s still minor. Some of these stories are just too impossible to screw up.
A Non-Traditional Format for a Non-Traditional Man
Diamond Dave very wisely decided to not go ahead with a traditional, linear autobiography, instead opting for a series of a few dozen random stories ranging anywhere from a couple sentences up to a dozen pages.
“M+Ms”, “Roadwork”, and “Wars & Remembrance” are all fantastic little non-sequiturs that tell us what Roth is all about: owning oneself with complete honesty (and booze and girls and all the trimmings). “Reunion Blues” is the best “chapter," as it’s the closest to talking dirt that he gets in the book.
It was almost disappointing to see Dave take the high road, but it’s not surprised. Dave never seemed to be an ego-maniac, despite his undying optimism. Dave was just the life of the party and he knew it just like everyone else did. He even gives EVH props by commenting on Ed’s complaining about all the media coverage of the ill-fated DLR reunion by saying “As if anyone in the ****ing solar system thinks of Eddie V. as a backup guitar player. If somebody does, well, then I’m the singer for Up With People.”
Dave comes off cool-headed and Zen throughout the whole book, and while a lot of it is because it’s his book, he’s most likely level pretty much all the time, with “level” being a non-stop party where all the labor is that elusive “labor of love.”
David Lee Roth’s Message: Through Fun, Find Happiness
Fun and happiness sure are easy to confuse. That’s how people turn into alcoholics and perverts and social leeches. It may be fun, but it’s probably not happiness. That’s not to say it can’t be, but it just takes a certain outlook and execution of that particular ideal to make it work. For proof, look no further than Crazy From the Heat.