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You know what I mean? We’re two very different people.” Bolan added that he hadn’t seen Bach “in years.”

But Rachel shot down the possibility of a rekindling of his friendship with Sebastianexplaining: “Well… Here’s the soundbite for Blabbermouth. Less than two years ago, SKID ROW bassist Rachel Bolan also confirmed that he and his bandmates “were entertaining the idea” of reuniting with Bach following Harnell‘s departure. I die play with everyone - except for them.” “The fact that we are all still alive and we are all in our 50s - some closer to 60 than others - but that, to me, is selfish that we’re not together. And we are absolutely running out of bands - bands that can play in sheds,” he said.

There’s sun streaming over the tops of Midtown’s office buildings, those discreetly visible rays of December light, and they strike the red-gold of his Brazilian blowout in a way that makes you think his hair is glowing from within.Sebastian went on to say that a SKID ROW reunion “should” happen “for the fans. Then he points to a window of bongs, ready for the next take. He sees a pile of garbage and shouts, “What about one in front of this trash?” striking a pose with his thumbs up. I believe that.”Īfter our conversation, we head outside to take some pictures, and New Yorkers do the very non–New York thing of stopping and staring and asking questions, entranced by Bach and the way he’s completely hamming it up. Nietzsche said, ‘A life without music would be a mistake.’ That's good old Nietzsche. But he gets his ears checked regularly, and when his doctor told him to turn down the music or ten years from now he’d wish he had, Bach “immediately wept because it hit me, like, imagine a life without music. He’s traded cocaine and whiskey for weed and red wine (he likes how it feels on his throat after singing). But Bach has gone from giving no fucks to giving as many fucks as possible. It’s not just that I’m old now, too, or maybe it is. What’s really weird is I think I like this version of Sebastian Bach-who talks about how writing and doing interviews is “kind of like therapy, about my innermost thoughts and my most real truths about how I became what I became,” who has the hair of a young man but the face of one who has lived (he’s never had any work done, not even Botox, yet, he says)-more than I ever cared about the twentysomething hottie. When I tell him I’d noticed his book was already #1 in Heavy Metal Musician Biographies on Amazon, he yells, “Number one new release! Jesus criminy! Are you shitting me?” He has no qualms shouting, “Hollaback Girl,” covered by his Gilmore Girls band, Hep Alien, to crowds of young fans and following it up with Skid Row’s “18 and Life” they sing along to it all.

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I live for that feeling.” Which is why a former rock idol would deign to do stints on Broadway, or play a long-in-the-tooth musician jamming with a bunch of teens on a popular TV show. “I really got into this business because I love to make stuff.

That made him an erratic, magnetic figure in his youth now he’s thoughtful about music and life, and really goddamned psyched about continuing to be here. He’s a filter-free Instagram-what you see is what you get-and I suspect he’s always been this way, unhindered by the sense of shame or inhibitions so many of us walk around with daily. What I learn is: Sebastian Bach is not faking it.

#Sebastian bach t.n.t. full

This book is full of earnest, sweet, and even occasionally dorky declarations, like “What would I say is the biggest lesson I learned in life? When you find true love, you better hold on to that.” The emotion is what surprises me, the guilelessness. It’s enjoyable and insidery and sometimes shocking. The memoir delivers what you’d expect from a hard-partying headbanger: drinking and drugs and debaucherous sex cameos from Axl Rose, Vince Neil, Bon Jovi bloody fights and a scene in which Bach’s nose is broken by a Hell’s Angel. “ This is the Brazilian blowout, ladies.” Bach interjects, his voice both raspy and fulsome, ratcheting up in volume when he feels strongly about something: “If you must know the truth, at my age it's necessary for me to have the Brazilian blowout.” He runs his fingers through his hair. His wife, Suzanne, whom he married a little over a year ago, is sitting next to him. Do you ever see bums with short hair? No, they’ve all got kick-ass long fucking hair, lying in the street. I’ve asked how he’s managed to keep his tousled golden mane so rock-perfect since the ’90s, which, coincidentally, is around the time I stopped hanging his poster on my bedroom wall. Or, more accurately, the former Skid Row frontman-now a 48-year-old solo artist, Gilmore Girls cast member, and author of a new memoir, 18 and Life on Skid Row-is telling me about hair.

I’m trading hair-care secrets with Sebastian Bach.