Love in an elevator

Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground. . . . AAAIIIEEEEE!

Ouch. There's very little that is more pitiful than an old rock star.

I was worried he had broken a hip

I always expected to hear this about Keith Richards, not Steven Tyler....

I always loved a story by Henry Rollins about a stage incident he had... this is lifted from this website and does not due justice to Henry's retelling, but it gets the point across.

The last and far and away, best story in this section takes place in a South American festival for around 50-150,000 people, headlined by TA-DAH Mr. Big!? It's a show so they decide to do it and all get down there. Cool. Anyway, he gets all psyched up backstage banging his head into things and screaming, while the rest of the band look on, gaze at the ceiling and each other and say "I think he's ready". Henry runs on stage to 150,000 screaming South Americans, finds the mike (phew), and adopts his typical crouched screaming position. His knee comes up and his head comes down. Bang, he knocks himself out cold just as the band start. After like twenty seconds he wakes up and gets up looking for the guy who must have sucker punched him. The first to come back is his hearing and and it sounds like a broken washing machine being amplified by a jet engine and he's busy thinking' Who are this terrible band, and where am I?' When his vision starts to clear. He thinks, "Who are all these people, what song are we playing and what the fuck just happened?". At this point he notices his face is covered in blood, and his head and knee both hurt like shit. Two and two makes four, and he starts to calmly examine his head which is cracked wide open exposing his skull. Chris is asking him how he is, and he starts grossing out the whole band by touching his skull with his fingers. This has all happened in the first minute of the gig before Henry has said a word. Things get pulled together and he manages to get through the rest of the 60 minute set bleeding all the time. The bit that sticks in Henry's mind is the image of Evan Dando coming on stage next singing all of these "be nice to people, and like everybody" songs, whilst standing in a pool of Henry's blood.

Hank tells about how he is flicking his head splattering blood on the crowd thinking he is "man-animal-machine" and thinks its all badassed, then he notices they are recoiling at the manic bleeding all over them.

Wow! HR is a monster rock god!

He is The Man. I just watched an episode of Henry Rollins: Uncut via Netflix. It was awesome.

I have season 1 of his IFC show, you are welcome to borrow it. I also have all of his spoken word. In one phrase, HR is the shit.

I have a really bad bootleg of HR and Ian McKaye doing spoken word in Boston together. You may remember Ian from Minor Threat and Fugazi... not to mention he and Hank are boyhood friends. What you could hear was great, but alot of it is just washed out.