Motley Crue still has it after 30 years (review)

I hate to brag, but sitting in fifth-row seats for last night’s Motley Crue/Poison/New York Dolls bill was pretty awesome.

I could see everything — C.C. DeVille’s blond highlights, Mick Mars’ 2-inch-thick shoe soles, the spit flying from Nikki Sixx’s mouth, the bedazzled details on Bret Michaels’ jeans and Vince Neil’s junk, right in my face.


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