Jean Beauvoir is one of those musicians I have always been aware of but never knew their name. With his distinctive white mohawk he was hard to miss. From the Plasmatics to Crown of Thorns, Jean was an MTV staple, but more popular in Europe than the states.
His autobiography could have been one of the classics. It has all the right elements: name-dropping, sex, drugs, rock-n-roll, parties out of bounds, etc. The problem is that he comes off as a bit of an egotistical jerk who spends every dollar on the best clothes, cars, apartments (Trump Tower, barf city), equipment and bandmates. He brags a bit too much about his inherent musical genius and unorthodox business savvy while whining (unconvincingly)about his lack of self-confidence. There's a lot of flash but very little real substance. Still, there are a number of good stories that make it a worthwhile read.