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We've Got Tonight: The Life and Times of Notorious Groupie Alycen Rowse
Told from behind rock and roll's most notorious blue eyes, We've Got Tonight is the true story from one of rocks most notorious and sought after groupies. Most notable as the woman with legendary Who bassist, John Entwistle, when he died, Alycen Rowse spent almost three decades backstage seducing some of the world's most desirable rockers. From the bed of David Lee Roth in 1984 to the wildest years with rock gods Metallica to the side of the stage during the infamous AC/DC death concert all the way through to the new millennium and into that infamous Las Vegas bed, Alycen will tell it like it is and take you back to where it all really started...Salt Lake City. Lars Ulrich of Metallica labeled the Mormon capital where she and her cronies ruled the rock world "wilder than a town full of rebelious preachers daughters" while Chris Holmes of WASP fame declared it (as so many other rockers have) " the best groupie scene in the world" in the 80's flick Decline of Western Civilization Part 2. But Alycen didn't stop in just Salt Lake City and neither do her adventures behind the stage. With more new, never before talked about rock lovers than all other groupie books combined, We've Got Tonight will take you on an unrepentant, no excuses journey of debauchery with the likes of Motley Crue, Kiss, Def Leppard, The Scorpions and so many more until she lands in John Entwistle's infamous bed. Fresh stories and a no excuses attitude take this book into a different groupie world and tattles on what really happened during some of rock and roll's most notoriously historical moments. Never before has there been told such a big adventure backstage...and We've Got Tonight is only half the story. It may not be perfect but it sure is fun. So if you want to know what backstage is like when the groupies take off the rose colored glasses, then this is THE groupie book for you. With an updated format including pictures this version is available only on Amazon!
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First published February 14, 2014
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April 21, 2019
This book is a repetitive and often boring read. The author uses the same language over and over ("But I get ahead of myself") in addition to some weird little made up words. Her entitlement and attitude, the way she dismisses the fans that keep her beloved rockers popular for their fifteen minutes, her feeling that the fans get in the way of her "private time" she deserves with bands get old quickly. She uses derogatory terms to describe fans and those she accuses of being "starfuckers," while clarifying, "But I'm a GROUPIE!" as if she's any different. While she name drops some questionable rockers/actors/rich guys she's schtupped it's always served with a side of "Because I'm better than the others," reminding the reader consistently how beautiful/hot/desirable/better she is. Ms. Rowse has a healthy opinion of herself for one taking her clothing off on stage for a living and having indiscriminate sex with some guys many of us would cross the street to avoid. She makes many snide remarks about "Front Row Joes" and "Back Lounge Betties" while reminding us she only watches a show from the side of the stage (sometimes while flashing the band.) As a self-proclaimed "Groupie Queen" she looks down on some of the very girls vying to do the same things she does while promoting herself as being on a higher level of groupiedom. More surprising and disappointing is the fact that any book could be published with so many grammatical errors ("us girls" in particular used over and over when it's not the correct usage) and poor spelling. No proofreading or editing went into this book which would have helped greatly. If you as an author are expecting people to buy your book put the effort into it to make the book readable. The poor writing of the book distracts from the story but after reading the book you realize there really isn't much story to tell besides, "And then I had a bunch of drinks/smoked some weed and did this guy." I've read other books similar to this one that were entertaining but this one, not so much.
After making it through this book I was left feeling very sorry for John Entwistle who was tragically a casualty of his own poor choices. What a waste to end a life dying in a bed next to a woman who slept right through your final breaths and within a very short time describes turning her attention to a fellow band member she would like to add to her list.
After making it through this book I was left feeling very sorry for John Entwistle who was tragically a casualty of his own poor choices. What a waste to end a life dying in a bed next to a woman who slept right through your final breaths and within a very short time describes turning her attention to a fellow band member she would like to add to her list.
October 29, 2016
Awful
I so enjoyed Pamela DesBarres books, which captures the feel and beauty if the 60s, that I downloaded this crap for free. Couldn't even finish it. The arrogance and meanness that permeates this "book" is only overshadowed by the lack of editing. Words like debauchery are used over and over, every other word is misspelled, and it is painful to read. There is no respect for the reader, just a "look at me" stream of consciousness. Maybe it pianist the differences in generations, but if you want to read about rock star courtesan, I suggest "I'm With The Band" or "Dandelion", which are gently and beautifully written.
I so enjoyed Pamela DesBarres books, which captures the feel and beauty if the 60s, that I downloaded this crap for free. Couldn't even finish it. The arrogance and meanness that permeates this "book" is only overshadowed by the lack of editing. Words like debauchery are used over and over, every other word is misspelled, and it is painful to read. There is no respect for the reader, just a "look at me" stream of consciousness. Maybe it pianist the differences in generations, but if you want to read about rock star courtesan, I suggest "I'm With The Band" or "Dandelion", which are gently and beautifully written.
May 22, 2019
She's so stupid and believes she is the most important groupie of the world but no one married her and she is not so pretty as she thinks......
May 31, 2020
Far too repetitive
She could have told her story in far less pages. It was so repetitive, and excessively shallow. All of it. I felt bad for her, a bizarre obsession with the rock and roil backstage partying life that lead her to define herself by just that. There is no mention of the obvious STDs exposure to her alleged countless encounters. You lose count and wonder if a human truly did all that screwing around. She has no real substance and is catty and demeaning of other women doing exactly what she did, screw everything that had a heartbeat. Yet she tries to separate herself from the rest. She think she was a game changer, the queen of the groupies, some trail blazer with “higher standards“ than the rest and even dares to compares her so called fame with the rock gods we all know from the 80s. Sad, I had to google her. Some of the stories are too far fetched as if we are supposed to believe she was forever in the right place at the right time and every single rocker couldn’t resist her. There’s nothing empowering about her story although she seems to believe it is. I finished the book because I spent 10 bucks on it otherwise it would’ve been a DNF. Don’t get me started on the typos. Ughhh.
She could have told her story in far less pages. It was so repetitive, and excessively shallow. All of it. I felt bad for her, a bizarre obsession with the rock and roil backstage partying life that lead her to define herself by just that. There is no mention of the obvious STDs exposure to her alleged countless encounters. You lose count and wonder if a human truly did all that screwing around. She has no real substance and is catty and demeaning of other women doing exactly what she did, screw everything that had a heartbeat. Yet she tries to separate herself from the rest. She think she was a game changer, the queen of the groupies, some trail blazer with “higher standards“ than the rest and even dares to compares her so called fame with the rock gods we all know from the 80s. Sad, I had to google her. Some of the stories are too far fetched as if we are supposed to believe she was forever in the right place at the right time and every single rocker couldn’t resist her. There’s nothing empowering about her story although she seems to believe it is. I finished the book because I spent 10 bucks on it otherwise it would’ve been a DNF. Don’t get me started on the typos. Ughhh.
January 9, 2015
Average at best
At first I thought I was really going to enjoy all the groupie tales. The author goes on and on about how all the rock stars were so captivated by her and her beauty. Every chapter she tells the readers how pretty she is and has roadies and rock stars eating out of the palm of her hand. She really pats herself on the back so much that it's off putting. Also, there are a lot of misspellings and bad grammar.
At first I thought I was really going to enjoy all the groupie tales. The author goes on and on about how all the rock stars were so captivated by her and her beauty. Every chapter she tells the readers how pretty she is and has roadies and rock stars eating out of the palm of her hand. She really pats herself on the back so much that it's off putting. Also, there are a lot of misspellings and bad grammar.
August 4, 2016
I'm sorry I spent my money on this book. It is loaded with misspellings, bad grammar, and I can't list all the errors in this book. It could have used a good editor and proofreader. Two thumbs down on this one. Don't waste your time..
A total waste of time and money. Two thumbs down. It appears not to have edited and proofread in the least.
A total waste of time and money. Two thumbs down. It appears not to have edited and proofread in the least.
January 6, 2018
I am sorry I could not finish this book. I love the era it is set in. I loved going to concerts and being an outsider as a teen, those concerts made me feel less like one. But, the spelling errors drove me crazy!
October 31, 2019
Wander Lust
If you want to read about someone constantly getting drunk or stoned and shagging every band member she could , then this book is for you.
From the age of fourteen through forty it's not a groupie thing it's a conquest. Alycen was the procurement of their drugs and women and their own personal dirty girl. None of them loved her. A Saudi Prince did but he wasn't a rocker. Claims she's not a hooker nor a whore. Right on both accounts. The Gods of Rock are not paying her. Whore , no just a musician's dirty girl. No morality, even when she wakes up beside a dead lover she's in conquest of another rocker within 24 hours. Now to old to be a groupie she hangs with the old bands who are no longer the famous gods. Most in their sixties plus have their own private lives which does not include her. Thirty years of abuse and what does she have, memories.
If you want to read about someone constantly getting drunk or stoned and shagging every band member she could , then this book is for you.
From the age of fourteen through forty it's not a groupie thing it's a conquest. Alycen was the procurement of their drugs and women and their own personal dirty girl. None of them loved her. A Saudi Prince did but he wasn't a rocker. Claims she's not a hooker nor a whore. Right on both accounts. The Gods of Rock are not paying her. Whore , no just a musician's dirty girl. No morality, even when she wakes up beside a dead lover she's in conquest of another rocker within 24 hours. Now to old to be a groupie she hangs with the old bands who are no longer the famous gods. Most in their sixties plus have their own private lives which does not include her. Thirty years of abuse and what does she have, memories.
July 11, 2014
Time and $ you will never get back
I gave this book one star because I'm feeling generous. I read the preview and purchased it anyway, knowing it was probably going to be horrible.
The grammar and spelling issues mentioned in the prior reviews are still present. If this is the corrected version I shudder to think what the original was like.
I gave this book one star because I'm feeling generous. I read the preview and purchased it anyway, knowing it was probably going to be horrible.
The grammar and spelling issues mentioned in the prior reviews are still present. If this is the corrected version I shudder to think what the original was like.
October 1, 2019
Rather Repetitive
She slept with most of heavy metal's rockers and chafes at the term prostitute. Certainly no money was involved, but it was a rather twisted lifestyle. Not sure why I finished the book, but it was a bit like a train wreck. I felt sorry for her by the end.
She slept with most of heavy metal's rockers and chafes at the term prostitute. Certainly no money was involved, but it was a rather twisted lifestyle. Not sure why I finished the book, but it was a bit like a train wreck. I felt sorry for her by the end.
February 4, 2015
Just awful
I should have read the reviews before I purchased this book. I can't even give it 1 star. Don't make the same mistake----do NOT buy this book!
I should have read the reviews before I purchased this book. I can't even give it 1 star. Don't make the same mistake----do NOT buy this book!
February 20, 2025
Read one groupie memoir and you’ve read them all. “I slept with a bunch of rock stars” memoirs are as formulaic as maths equations. The authors invariably suffer delusions of grandeur (or just plain delusions) compounded by magical thinking.
Every groupie who ever put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard – believes she is a superior, valued, respected member of rock ‘n’ roll’s inner sanctum while her predecessors or rivals are classless clueless disposable band molls. What these authors fail to appreciate is that in their competitors’ memoirs they will be denigrated as belonging to an inferior caste.
For something as subversive and anarchic as rock ‘n’ roll, the groupie hierarchy has an awful lot of seemingly arbitrary rules. These rules are essentially a distinction without a difference. They exist solely so authors can differentiate themselves and assert their superiority. A groupie faux pas, misdemeanour or sin is basically anything the author has not done … yet. Once she crosses the line, the line will be redrawn.
Groupies are terribly fond of concepts like respect, empowerment and equality in their “liaisons”. Apparently, there is absolutely no power imbalance between a genetically blessed sexually available girl or woman and a talented successful musician. The fact a smorgasbord of such women materialises at every pitstop on every tour is of no consequence whatsoever. Nor is the fact that beauty, unlike talent, is gifted rather than earned. Whatever! He is damn lucky she is spending a deep and meaningful night with him.
Of course, there is no self-deception involved in believing he, like, totally respects her. It comes as no surprise that a lot of groupie memoirs focus on musicians from various genres of metal. I mean, musicians in metal bands are renowned for being almost honorary feminists, aren’t they? They are so discerning about sexual partners and have such a progressive attitude toward women, don’t they? You only have to read their own memoirs to see their treatment of groupies is totally based on R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The fact these women remain sex toys rather than girlfriends speaks volumes about the esteem they are held in.
Regardless, these women know their intrinsic worth and judge other women by standards which are as deep as raindrops. A woman may be smart, funny, kind, empathetic and supportive but, from a groupie’s perspective, a plain virtuous woman is basically worthless. There is no reason a rocker would – or should – associate with a woman like that. None whatsoever! She may have nurtured his career, married him and borne his children but devoid of beauty and robust sexuality she is still worthless.
Rowse seems to think a preference for her 15-year-old self is evidence of her awesomeness rather than a fulfilment of the carnal fantasies of borderline paedophilic rock stars. Jailbait, anyone? Yes, please. I have no doubt rock stars harbour genuine affection for some groupies but it is for superficial qualities. Would the affection survive if the groupie lost her looks or became less sexually accommodating?
Most groupie memoirs are repetitive and salacious. Boys may change but the song remains the same. However, Rowse's memoir is insufferable because her ego is the size of … well, a rock star’s.
Her hotness and sexual prowess go without saying; as does her superiority over other groupies and those dreary fans who are wont to divert her man’s attention. Disdain for fans is particularly galling because without them her lifestyle would cease to exist. There are plenty more groupies where she came from but without fans, rock stars and groupies are all dressed up with no place to go.
In her fantasises she is often the Alpha in trysts. Being in control of the debauchery is a fiction peddled in many groupie memoirs to maintain the illusion of empowerment. It glosses over the fact that even a deformed mediocre musician attracts babes like “white on rice” [as Rowse would say]. She is pathetically proud of the fact she is the only one - apart from his Mom - who calls one rocker by his full given name ... as though this situates her one step removed from family. Sweetheart, I doubt he's making favourable comparisons to his Mom when he's with you.
However, Rowse's power is not confined to the bedroom. She is so influential in the rock milieu that people who displease her are terminated like contestants ousted from reality shows. Perhaps this too is fiction or perhaps the woman is so conceited she takes pride in minions losing their livelihoods on her whims.
She is also a master (mistress?) of hypocrisy. She whines about jealous treacherous friends and foes, all the while stabbing people in the back and using them as a means to her ends. She frequently refers to her adherence to the “what happens on tour, stays on tour” code of silence … within the pages of a memoir? WTF?
Her claim to infamy is waking up beside dead John Entwistle [of the Who]. Again, she congratulates herself for maintaining her silence. Then grants an interview – for purely selfless reasons, of course – and discusses the incident in graphic detail in the pages of a memoir. I repeat, WTF?
Finally, what is conspicuously absent from many groupie memoirs, including this one, is the whiff of appreciation of music. Music is merely the soundscape of notches etched on bedposts. It is of secondary importance. Groupie authors wax lyrical about the size of rockers’ appendages and gloat about partying, freeloading, and basking just outside the spotlight at side- or backstage far from the madding crowds.
The lack of insight about the creative process and the music it produces is an insurmountable shortcoming because the mystique of rock stars derives from their music. There is nothing inherently fascinating about rock stars and their sexual escapades. At any rate, groupie memoirs situate the groupie centre stage and there is certainly nothing inherently fascinating about women whose sole contribution amounts to a pretty face, smokin’ body and the ability to use it for a rock star’s sexual gratification.
In the end, groupie memoirs are vanity projects for groupies. They do no harm either to the reputations of the rock stars “endorsed” for being hung like a horse or sexually proficient. I am sure we, the not so pretty fans, are supposed to seethe with jealousy for being excluded from a conveyor belt of meaningless encounters with men for whom groupies are out-of-mind the moment they are out-of-sight.
Every groupie who ever put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard – believes she is a superior, valued, respected member of rock ‘n’ roll’s inner sanctum while her predecessors or rivals are classless clueless disposable band molls. What these authors fail to appreciate is that in their competitors’ memoirs they will be denigrated as belonging to an inferior caste.
For something as subversive and anarchic as rock ‘n’ roll, the groupie hierarchy has an awful lot of seemingly arbitrary rules. These rules are essentially a distinction without a difference. They exist solely so authors can differentiate themselves and assert their superiority. A groupie faux pas, misdemeanour or sin is basically anything the author has not done … yet. Once she crosses the line, the line will be redrawn.
Groupies are terribly fond of concepts like respect, empowerment and equality in their “liaisons”. Apparently, there is absolutely no power imbalance between a genetically blessed sexually available girl or woman and a talented successful musician. The fact a smorgasbord of such women materialises at every pitstop on every tour is of no consequence whatsoever. Nor is the fact that beauty, unlike talent, is gifted rather than earned. Whatever! He is damn lucky she is spending a deep and meaningful night with him.
Of course, there is no self-deception involved in believing he, like, totally respects her. It comes as no surprise that a lot of groupie memoirs focus on musicians from various genres of metal. I mean, musicians in metal bands are renowned for being almost honorary feminists, aren’t they? They are so discerning about sexual partners and have such a progressive attitude toward women, don’t they? You only have to read their own memoirs to see their treatment of groupies is totally based on R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The fact these women remain sex toys rather than girlfriends speaks volumes about the esteem they are held in.
Regardless, these women know their intrinsic worth and judge other women by standards which are as deep as raindrops. A woman may be smart, funny, kind, empathetic and supportive but, from a groupie’s perspective, a plain virtuous woman is basically worthless. There is no reason a rocker would – or should – associate with a woman like that. None whatsoever! She may have nurtured his career, married him and borne his children but devoid of beauty and robust sexuality she is still worthless.
Rowse seems to think a preference for her 15-year-old self is evidence of her awesomeness rather than a fulfilment of the carnal fantasies of borderline paedophilic rock stars. Jailbait, anyone? Yes, please. I have no doubt rock stars harbour genuine affection for some groupies but it is for superficial qualities. Would the affection survive if the groupie lost her looks or became less sexually accommodating?
Most groupie memoirs are repetitive and salacious. Boys may change but the song remains the same. However, Rowse's memoir is insufferable because her ego is the size of … well, a rock star’s.
Her hotness and sexual prowess go without saying; as does her superiority over other groupies and those dreary fans who are wont to divert her man’s attention. Disdain for fans is particularly galling because without them her lifestyle would cease to exist. There are plenty more groupies where she came from but without fans, rock stars and groupies are all dressed up with no place to go.
In her fantasises she is often the Alpha in trysts. Being in control of the debauchery is a fiction peddled in many groupie memoirs to maintain the illusion of empowerment. It glosses over the fact that even a deformed mediocre musician attracts babes like “white on rice” [as Rowse would say]. She is pathetically proud of the fact she is the only one - apart from his Mom - who calls one rocker by his full given name ... as though this situates her one step removed from family. Sweetheart, I doubt he's making favourable comparisons to his Mom when he's with you.
However, Rowse's power is not confined to the bedroom. She is so influential in the rock milieu that people who displease her are terminated like contestants ousted from reality shows. Perhaps this too is fiction or perhaps the woman is so conceited she takes pride in minions losing their livelihoods on her whims.
She is also a master (mistress?) of hypocrisy. She whines about jealous treacherous friends and foes, all the while stabbing people in the back and using them as a means to her ends. She frequently refers to her adherence to the “what happens on tour, stays on tour” code of silence … within the pages of a memoir? WTF?
Her claim to infamy is waking up beside dead John Entwistle [of the Who]. Again, she congratulates herself for maintaining her silence. Then grants an interview – for purely selfless reasons, of course – and discusses the incident in graphic detail in the pages of a memoir. I repeat, WTF?
Finally, what is conspicuously absent from many groupie memoirs, including this one, is the whiff of appreciation of music. Music is merely the soundscape of notches etched on bedposts. It is of secondary importance. Groupie authors wax lyrical about the size of rockers’ appendages and gloat about partying, freeloading, and basking just outside the spotlight at side- or backstage far from the madding crowds.
The lack of insight about the creative process and the music it produces is an insurmountable shortcoming because the mystique of rock stars derives from their music. There is nothing inherently fascinating about rock stars and their sexual escapades. At any rate, groupie memoirs situate the groupie centre stage and there is certainly nothing inherently fascinating about women whose sole contribution amounts to a pretty face, smokin’ body and the ability to use it for a rock star’s sexual gratification.
In the end, groupie memoirs are vanity projects for groupies. They do no harm either to the reputations of the rock stars “endorsed” for being hung like a horse or sexually proficient. I am sure we, the not so pretty fans, are supposed to seethe with jealousy for being excluded from a conveyor belt of meaningless encounters with men for whom groupies are out-of-mind the moment they are out-of-sight.
July 17, 2016
I actually hung out with Alycen at a few concerts in Vegas, years into her groupie life, and I can tell you that not only are these stories beyond true but that when she walked backstage, chests puffed up, men stood straighter and all heads turned. It was like walking backstage with a legend. All eyes were on her and she seemed to know just about every one whether in the band or on the crew...and not in a degrading, been passed around by the band sort of way. They were all gentlemen to her and those of us she took with her and coddled her to a fault. It was very intimidating and could make you feel like you were walking ten steps behind her but not because of her. She always made sure that those of us that hung out with her were very much her equal and had just as great a time as she did. Alycen attracted attention subtly and quietly without even trying but was never a b***h about it. So don't take her tongue in cheek, snide attitude as her being full of herself...she never was. She NEVER talked lowly about other women at all like they did her back then and do now in reviews here and on Amazon but was absolutely hated by women who never even so much as spoke one word to her. But many did try to talk s**t about her and let me tell you, those rockers had her back. I saw it for myself. To me, these other women seemed jealous of the attention she garnered from the men. So if she was a little iffy towards one or two of them in the book, it is because they more than earned it.
Being backstage seemed so natural to her and she was always more relaxed and comfortable when she was backstage. She never saw the "rock star" but only the men behind the facade. Even when I met Jimmy Page with her he suddenly didn't seem like some rock god yet just her friend she was introducing me to. And the rockers always seemed very at ease with her, to trust her.
I read her book but really didn't need to because I lived it very briefly along side her and at least one of the stories was one I was at with her. She lives the life with full gusto and that is what makes her stand out from the rest of the girls backstage. That and she was confident but not in an assanine way. She just WAS. When I read it, and having known her so long ago, I could tell she had a hard time trying to beautify it or sensationalise it because it wasn't ever anything to her but a second home. So knock the writing all you want because, no it is not perfect...but don't knock the person you THINK she is by the small amount of her life presented in these pages. Know she is nice and actually shy, even fragile...but when she gets backstage....she shines in the most relaxed, unassuming way. And that is the truth. So read the book for what it is...a few of her stupid, funny road stories and not the full experience or person by any means.
Being backstage seemed so natural to her and she was always more relaxed and comfortable when she was backstage. She never saw the "rock star" but only the men behind the facade. Even when I met Jimmy Page with her he suddenly didn't seem like some rock god yet just her friend she was introducing me to. And the rockers always seemed very at ease with her, to trust her.
I read her book but really didn't need to because I lived it very briefly along side her and at least one of the stories was one I was at with her. She lives the life with full gusto and that is what makes her stand out from the rest of the girls backstage. That and she was confident but not in an assanine way. She just WAS. When I read it, and having known her so long ago, I could tell she had a hard time trying to beautify it or sensationalise it because it wasn't ever anything to her but a second home. So knock the writing all you want because, no it is not perfect...but don't knock the person you THINK she is by the small amount of her life presented in these pages. Know she is nice and actually shy, even fragile...but when she gets backstage....she shines in the most relaxed, unassuming way. And that is the truth. So read the book for what it is...a few of her stupid, funny road stories and not the full experience or person by any means.
December 20, 2022
Frustrating
This book had potential, but it is so poorly written by someone with no real knowledge of writing. There are grammatical errors, typos, spelling errors, as well as sentences that literally make no sense. These errors are literally in every single chapter and on most pages. There really should have been an editor involved. Or even a beta reader could have helped. She obviously didn't write out an outline, and she should have. It goes in chronological order, yet she still jumps around. Then she'll stop, tell you she's rambling and getting ahead of herself, and goes back to the story. Tedious. Her constant use of tired clichés gets tedious. If I never hear the phrase 'like white on rice' again, it will be too soon. As for the story. She obviously has not only a very high opinion of herself, but a very low opinion of other women involved in the same scene. A classic holier than thou, narcissistic attitude. She is a textbook narcissist. Her contempt and shaming of other women to make herself look good, permeates the entire text. She calls herself the 'queen'. But the reality is, if not for John Entwistle, no one would know who she is. She obviously thinks she is someone of importance in the rock and roll world and nothing will change that view. She was the sexual plaything of dozens of rock stars. Sometimes once, sometimes more, but always tossed aside at the end. Expendable. That is all. And that is sad. Not something many people aspire to. She has a real hatred of those women who actually love and are loved by these men. She seems to think their relationship belong at home and they have no right to join their husbands on tour. It, and she says it many times, encroaches on her entitled space and time, as queen groupie, with their husbands, boyfriends and fiancees. I will say it again. The level of contempt for others in these pages is stupefying. This book is not an enlightened view of someone involved in the scene. It is a rant from an aging groupie who feels she was wronged by society. Or, that is exactly how it comes across. If that was not her intent, then perhaps an editor should have been hired to help her relay her true meaning. Because she has no clue how to write. I was lucky. This book was available for borrowing on Kindle unlimited so I did not have to pay for it. I would have demanded a refund if I had. If you want a good groupie tell all, this isn't it.
This book had potential, but it is so poorly written by someone with no real knowledge of writing. There are grammatical errors, typos, spelling errors, as well as sentences that literally make no sense. These errors are literally in every single chapter and on most pages. There really should have been an editor involved. Or even a beta reader could have helped. She obviously didn't write out an outline, and she should have. It goes in chronological order, yet she still jumps around. Then she'll stop, tell you she's rambling and getting ahead of herself, and goes back to the story. Tedious. Her constant use of tired clichés gets tedious. If I never hear the phrase 'like white on rice' again, it will be too soon. As for the story. She obviously has not only a very high opinion of herself, but a very low opinion of other women involved in the same scene. A classic holier than thou, narcissistic attitude. She is a textbook narcissist. Her contempt and shaming of other women to make herself look good, permeates the entire text. She calls herself the 'queen'. But the reality is, if not for John Entwistle, no one would know who she is. She obviously thinks she is someone of importance in the rock and roll world and nothing will change that view. She was the sexual plaything of dozens of rock stars. Sometimes once, sometimes more, but always tossed aside at the end. Expendable. That is all. And that is sad. Not something many people aspire to. She has a real hatred of those women who actually love and are loved by these men. She seems to think their relationship belong at home and they have no right to join their husbands on tour. It, and she says it many times, encroaches on her entitled space and time, as queen groupie, with their husbands, boyfriends and fiancees. I will say it again. The level of contempt for others in these pages is stupefying. This book is not an enlightened view of someone involved in the scene. It is a rant from an aging groupie who feels she was wronged by society. Or, that is exactly how it comes across. If that was not her intent, then perhaps an editor should have been hired to help her relay her true meaning. Because she has no clue how to write. I was lucky. This book was available for borrowing on Kindle unlimited so I did not have to pay for it. I would have demanded a refund if I had. If you want a good groupie tell all, this isn't it.
February 11, 2021
Interesting But Broken Record Repetitive
What I learned reading this book:
—there is a road code
—road family rules
—there are rules for road fam, not sure you know this
—Alycen is hotter than you, like, way!
—Alycen is the queen of backstage, side stage, other side stage, tour busses, bars, dressing rooms, all the groupies, the SLC scene, and everything else and she will totally give you a dirty look if you fail to RECOGNIZE
—Alycen knows and you don’t
—Alycen changed the rules, no, MADE them then changed them
Seriously, lots of innuendo, some tea spilled but with so many catch phrases (“but I get ahead of myself, as usual”, “but more on that later”, etc) promising to tell a whole story but getting so lost that it ends up being a rambling circuitous route to no-damn-where. Like Alycen’s life kinda. I blame all the weed and alcohol. I’m sure she does too. Seriously reading this was like listening to some burnout’s tale that you don’t really care about but can’t tear yourself away from cause there have to be tidbits, right?!?
Finally, though, the last chapter tied it (it,WHAT???) together in a surprisingly well written, heartfelt, cohesive essay that almost seemed to be written by someone else. Wish the whole book was written that way. Like why break this book up by years?!?! I guess to show some attempt at organization? Incomprehensible and crazy repetitive throughout and 3 stars for the ending.
What I learned reading this book:
—there is a road code
—road family rules
—there are rules for road fam, not sure you know this
—Alycen is hotter than you, like, way!
—Alycen is the queen of backstage, side stage, other side stage, tour busses, bars, dressing rooms, all the groupies, the SLC scene, and everything else and she will totally give you a dirty look if you fail to RECOGNIZE
—Alycen knows and you don’t
—Alycen changed the rules, no, MADE them then changed them
Seriously, lots of innuendo, some tea spilled but with so many catch phrases (“but I get ahead of myself, as usual”, “but more on that later”, etc) promising to tell a whole story but getting so lost that it ends up being a rambling circuitous route to no-damn-where. Like Alycen’s life kinda. I blame all the weed and alcohol. I’m sure she does too. Seriously reading this was like listening to some burnout’s tale that you don’t really care about but can’t tear yourself away from cause there have to be tidbits, right?!?
Finally, though, the last chapter tied it (it,WHAT???) together in a surprisingly well written, heartfelt, cohesive essay that almost seemed to be written by someone else. Wish the whole book was written that way. Like why break this book up by years?!?! I guess to show some attempt at organization? Incomprehensible and crazy repetitive throughout and 3 stars for the ending.
April 23, 2020
Boring
This the second book I’ve read where a groupie refers to herself as “we” meaning her and the celebrity status. Idk if it’s delusion or what but these gals have some pretty big egos and I’m not quite sure why. It’s definitely interesting to read but I would nothing to be prideful about. I was bored with hearing how great she was about halfway through. More focus on the story than how great they think they are would have made it readable.
This the second book I’ve read where a groupie refers to herself as “we” meaning her and the celebrity status. Idk if it’s delusion or what but these gals have some pretty big egos and I’m not quite sure why. It’s definitely interesting to read but I would nothing to be prideful about. I was bored with hearing how great she was about halfway through. More focus on the story than how great they think they are would have made it readable.
August 10, 2021
Don’t bother
Too many misspelled words. Too many grammatical errors. Hard to read and just really has no heart, no guts, not true story…just how one girl f***ed her life away. I am sure she doesn’t see it that way. So be it.
Merged review:
Stupid at best. Boring. Spelling mistakes, grammatical mistakes. Don’t bother reading, you will be bored & disgusted before the 3rd chapter…if you last that long. Read Pamela des Barres memoirs instead.
Too many misspelled words. Too many grammatical errors. Hard to read and just really has no heart, no guts, not true story…just how one girl f***ed her life away. I am sure she doesn’t see it that way. So be it.
Merged review:
Stupid at best. Boring. Spelling mistakes, grammatical mistakes. Don’t bother reading, you will be bored & disgusted before the 3rd chapter…if you last that long. Read Pamela des Barres memoirs instead.
November 22, 2019
So repetitive! Same stories over and over again... Started off fun at first, but then the stories just got old.. I am having a hard a hard time finishing the book...
November 22, 2020
Weird read
I fast forwarded a lot in this book....good thing I didn’t pay for it.....read something else instead..this lady is too much
I fast forwarded a lot in this book....good thing I didn’t pay for it.....read something else instead..this lady is too much
January 1, 2021
Horrible! After a while I couldn't stomach it any longer. Total smut, written by a woman that is quite proud of being a complete whore. I'm no prude, but this was just too much.
November 6, 2022
did anyone proofread?
I didn’t like this book. It seemed a little more than fake. The misspellings and incorrect grammar made it painful.
I didn’t like this book. It seemed a little more than fake. The misspellings and incorrect grammar made it painful.
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September 22, 2025Terrible book!!!! I typically really like books like this but this one is BAD! First, very poorly written. Not sure how it ended up with so many typos and grammatical errors. The sentence structure is awful. The way it’s written sounds like a child rambling and trying to tell you a story. Bouncing all over the place, telling so many things that don’t pertain to the incident and very hard to follow. It’s way too long because of that and gets very boring. She uses the same sayings over and over (‘like white on rice’ for example) that it becomes annoying. She way too often eludes to some big event coming up later, but when it finally gets there it’s nothing monumental, more of a let down. Second, wow is she delusional. I felt sorry for her in thinking that this is all ok and that she really meant something to these guys (and anyone who thinks differently is the idiot). I actually felt icky reading this (and I’m no prude). I really wish I would have read the reviews on this one before wasting so many hours of my life on this train wreck. Don’t waste your time like I did!
May 27, 2025
This audiobook was narrated by virtual voice and it was awful. Words were constantly mispronounced and it threw off the pacing. I would have given the audiobook three stars if it weren’t for the terrible narration.
There were some interesting stories in this fuck-and-tell book but all her many conquests soon melted together. The tone of the author was also so egotistical that I grew to dislike her quite a lot. It was impossible for me to root for her and I sometimes found her actions rather abhorrent.
There were some interesting stories in this fuck-and-tell book but all her many conquests soon melted together. The tone of the author was also so egotistical that I grew to dislike her quite a lot. It was impossible for me to root for her and I sometimes found her actions rather abhorrent.
March 25, 2019
An incredible journey
This was an absolutely wonderful and amazing memoir about a time I really wish I could have been a part of. The backstage life of 80s rock n roll God's and godesses alike. I did kind of feel like the climax of the story was a little towards the end which can either drag the book out or make you read through it faster. This one made you read faster. I love the female empowerment I feel from this book as well. She came she rocked, she conquered.
This was an absolutely wonderful and amazing memoir about a time I really wish I could have been a part of. The backstage life of 80s rock n roll God's and godesses alike. I did kind of feel like the climax of the story was a little towards the end which can either drag the book out or make you read through it faster. This one made you read faster. I love the female empowerment I feel from this book as well. She came she rocked, she conquered.
March 25, 2022
A good read…
This is good if you want stories and names of some of the greatest rock bands of the late 70’s and 80's…and even some well known ones from the 90’s. It’s sporadically detailed with some exact times being fuzzy. There are pictures included for historical purposes. Overall, a good groupie read.
This is good if you want stories and names of some of the greatest rock bands of the late 70’s and 80's…and even some well known ones from the 90’s. It’s sporadically detailed with some exact times being fuzzy. There are pictures included for historical purposes. Overall, a good groupie read.
June 18, 2023
very interesting story
This was a very interesting read. While I don’t know if I can believe it’s all true, she does say it is. It’s a glimpse into what life was like for the rock stars and groupies of the 80s and man was it wild. She says I get ahead of myself or more on that later way too often but overall it’s pretty well written.
This was a very interesting read. While I don’t know if I can believe it’s all true, she does say it is. It’s a glimpse into what life was like for the rock stars and groupies of the 80s and man was it wild. She says I get ahead of myself or more on that later way too often but overall it’s pretty well written.
September 25, 2023
Fun read
This book gives more names and details than most. I worked backstage at a music venue for many many years. The backstage of yesteryear is gone. Most bands travel with their families, personal trainers, spiritual guides, most no longer drink and backstage parties are super rare. If only I worked backstage in the 80's
This book gives more names and details than most. I worked backstage at a music venue for many many years. The backstage of yesteryear is gone. Most bands travel with their families, personal trainers, spiritual guides, most no longer drink and backstage parties are super rare. If only I worked backstage in the 80's
August 1, 2021
A fun read
The book is long. And if you are looking for a well written book, you are not going to find it here. What you will find is a good time! And we ain't looking for nothing but, right?
The book is long. And if you are looking for a well written book, you are not going to find it here. What you will find is a good time! And we ain't looking for nothing but, right?
May 10, 2025
Immature and poorly written
I thought this would be a really fun read. It's basically just an embarrassing collection of misspelled stories by someone who seems to have never mentally progressed past the age of 14 with serious delusions of grandeur.
I thought this would be a really fun read. It's basically just an embarrassing collection of misspelled stories by someone who seems to have never mentally progressed past the age of 14 with serious delusions of grandeur.
May 10, 2025
Don't bother
Horribly written.
She trashes other women while acting as if she is royalty for shagging ugly old rock stars.
Weirdo
Horribly written.
She trashes other women while acting as if she is royalty for shagging ugly old rock stars.
Weirdo
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