Read enough rock memoirs and, after a while, their salacious revelations of sex, drugs, and regret begin to sound like small talk. "Nice weather we're having, huh?" you ask. "Yes, yes," Rod Stewart says. "Reminds me of the time me and Ronnie put a capsule of cocaine up my butt." "Ah, very nice," you nod, admiring the flight of a pigeon... More >>>