Dirty Rocker Boys
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An uncensored Hollywood tell-all filled with explicit tales of love, sex, and revenge from the video vixen made famous by Warrant’s rock anthem “Cherry Pie.”
Who could forget the sexy “Cherry Pie” girl from hair metal band Warrant’s infamous music video? Bobbie Brown became a bona fide vixen for her playful role as the object of lead singer Jani Lane’s desires. But the wide-eyed Louisiana beauty queen’s own dreams of making it big in Los Angeles were about to be derailed by her rock-and-roll lifestyle. After her tumultuous marriage to Jani imploded, and her engagement to fast-living Mötley Crüe drummer Tommy Lee ended in a drug haze—followed by his marriage later to Pamela Anderson—Bobbie decided it was time Hollywood’s hottest bachelors got a taste of their own medicine. Step one: get high. Step two: get even.
In a captivating, completely uncensored confessional, Bobbie explicitly recounts a life among some of the most famous men in Hollywood: Leonardo DiCaprio, Kevin Costner, Mark McGrath, Dave Navarro, Sebastian Bach, Ashley Hamilton, Rob Pilatus of Milli Vanilli, Matthew and Gunnar Nelson, Orgy’s Jay Gordon, and many more. No man was off limits as the fun-loving bombshell spiraled into excess, anger, and addiction.
Bobbie survived the party—barely—and her riveting, cautionary comeback tale is filled with the wildest stories of sex, drugs, and rock and roll ever told.
group of super-babeish girlfriends from the modeling agency, and together we ruled the roost at Helena’s, with Kenny tagging along, letting me pay for his drinks at the bar. Later that night, the R & B singer Bobby Brown came dancing up to me. “Hey, Bobbie Brown, you wanna dance with Bobby Brown?” he said. We danced for a while, and he seemed interested in continuing the conversation, but I politely took my leave. I had arrived with Kenny, and I would leave with Kenny. Maybe it was something
store for soda, came back eight hours later with gardening tools. My glitter gun became my best friend as I embarked on endlessly elaborate middle-of-the-night crafting projects, just to give my racing mind something to focus on. I was spun, a member of a long-established club known as the “Hollywood Speed Freak Society”—a long line of celebrity tweakers who, like me, were afflicted by a cursed disposition for that unsavory mistress, methamphetamine. 2. Get even. A few years prior, a voodoo
pick up a few boxes before putting the rest of my belongings in storage. When I got back to Tommy’s house, I saw that my suitcases had been moved from the hallway. “I put your stuff away for you,” said Tommy. “Wait, where?” “In my bedroom.” Indeed, all my clothes and belongings were unpacked and hanging in his closet. “Why did you do that?” I asked. “My closet’s really big, don’t worry about it,” he said. “Well, where am I supposed to sleep? Taylar’s coming soon—there’s a guest room for
THE NEW NORMAL In 2006, for the first time in my adult life, I got a job. Like, a regular job, not one that involved pouting in front of cameras, dancing on podiums, or wearing a bikini. As an office assistant at Le Paws, a pet talent agency, I was responsible for answering phones, running errands, cleaning the kitchen, and refilling the watercooler. I was starting from the bottom. The cool thing about that was, the only way was up. I went out here and there, and tried to make the scene, but
were obviously delighted about that. Jani’s new wife was Kimberly Nash, whom he had known since the Warrant days (they had dated briefly after he and I split, then when he married Rowanne, Kimberly was busy having a baby with Warrant’s keyboard player. Now, years later, they had rekindled). I would regularly visit at Jani and Kim’s home, and things seemed to be going well. We spent Thanksgiving 2010 all together as the funny, disjointed family we had become. Taylar, who was living full-time in