… and now I know why
Even as a kid I wanted to be a rock star, who didn’t right? I would have loved to have been in a band that had hit after hit and a huge following.
Think about it, you get paid ridiculous amounts of money to party. You get paid to travel the world. You are catered to hand and foot. You have people who take care of everything for you. Tons of people go to extremes to meet you, some worship you, they even wear a t-shirt with your band name on it as a homage of sorts.
Then you split up and start another band where you do the whole thing over again.
Then you reunite with the original band, start a reunion tour, put out a new studio album, a best of album or maybe a live album, if not all three.
And when the touring slows down you release your sex tape, rake in royalties from it no matter how good or how bad it is. And then you get a reality TV show. Seems like a pretty sweet gig to me.
It worked for Gene Simmons, Tommy Lee and Brett Michaels.
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