hell fucking YES

lots of things be happening with the book.

the Grammy Award peoples LOVE it, and MUSICARES is gonna be getting 10% of my proceeds, so the GRAMMYS are gonna feature the book in their year end Grammy Magazine that goes out to the whole freaking industry

AND.....i was referred by another author to a REAL highpowered literary agent, and this firm may be representing the book and getting it published PROPER.

so if you wanna get a copy before they make me PULL IT from online sale in preparation for a "real" book release.....PM me and i will hook you up with the ORIGINAL. lol. you can have the original file for only $5 via your paypal monies.

THANK YOU to everyone who has snagged a copy already

amazing man!

so when's the movie?

Starring Johnny Depp as Bobby Dee.

Hunk

this is 100% true...... Johnny Depp does look the most like me out of all the mainstream stars

Just ordered a copy

a new foreword, written by a musician/writer buddy of mine:

It was the title of this book that first caught my eye. After all, I’ve lived through the
80’s and 90’s, and I would consider myself a “rock guitarist” of sorts, despite the
fact that I primarily play bass. Of course bass players are always infinitely cooler
than guitar players, so my curiosity was piqued when I saw that a “rock guitarist”
had written an entire book about his experience. Most of the “rock guitarists” that
I have known in my lifetime would have a difficult time filling out a job application
much less writing a short story, so I sat down expecting a mildly amusing, if not
somewhat drab tale.

I also enjoy a quick and easy read, as evidenced by the ever-growing stack of
books and Sweetwater music catalogs that constantly adorn my private
meditation chamber (the john, for those not in the know). Non-fiction is always
preferred, as our current reality is growing ever stranger and more fascinating.
And reality with a pinch of fantasy thrown in for good measure usually insures
success.

A quick scan of the pages herein revealed that the contents of this book lie
somewhere between a Bukowski novel and the lyrics of Prince’s Little Red
Corvette. As I pressed onward, a small voice in my head got louder and louder
until I could no longer ignore the question. Why in the world would anyone want to read a story about Bobby Devito?

Sexual conquests and drug-a-logues notwithstanding, this is the tale of an
atypical wannabe rockstar in the 80’s. I say atypical because typical “rock
guitarists” do not generally write books nor attend colleges and have ‘A’
averages. The dichotomy of senor Devito is what separates him from the
mainstream. Forget about cookie-cutter American Idols. Back then, if you wanted
to be the best, you had to LIVE THE DREAM. The only way to “get there” was to
EARN it. Bobby Devito has paid his fair share of dues. Unfortunately, in this
economy there is only enough room at the top for a few. But to concentrate on
being the top dog is to miss the point of this book completely which is the
enjoyment of the ride itself. Not everyone who survived those days has remained
as unscathed as Devito, which leads to my next question:
If this book is true, how in the HELL does he remember all of this shit?

Maybe its because I grew up in the first “MTV” generation, but my memories of
the 70’s and 80’s always seem to appear juxtaposed as if in a string of music
videos, complete with the caption of artist, title, album and producer in the lower
left-hand corner. Each colorful episode in Devito’s book fits perfectly within this
mental scheme, and evokes dusty footage of big-haired icon Riki Rachtman
hosting Headbangers Ball whilst channel surfing for Madonna videos to provide a
much needed sexual outlet in the restricted cable access youth of the desolate
American south. But I digress.

For whatever reason, Devito has managed to recollect (or is it resurrect?) a
series of personal events that flow together like a collage of bandanas on the
mike stand of Steven Tyler. Endearing terminology like “pity blowjob” (where can
I get one of those!) and “strawberry shortcake on acid” leads me to believe that
although Devito was discharged from the navy, he was rapidly advancing ranks
within the KISS army.

Lastly, this book is about recovery. Recovery from what I’m not exactly sure, and
perhaps neither is Devito. But at least he has the generosity to share his tale with
the rest of us who may or may not be interested. There is a current trend in
polarization of religious and anti-religious zealots world-wide. Perhaps the
ghostly, grandfatherly intervention that spared his life from a near-fatal car wreck
simply reminds us that there is something out there beyond ourselves worth
investigating, and that things do happen for a divine purpose after all.
Not a bad concept for a “rock guitarist”.

-Richard Vega

SHIT


i just got BANNED by the publisher WORDCLAY, who was gonna do a self-pub trade paperback edition of the book.


they said it was LIBELOUS.

fucking MIKE STARR from Alice in Chains is one of my maim characters. he is a WELL KNOWN druggie,. he just spent a fucking YEAR on TV on Dr Drews Celeb Rehab show. why the fuck can't i write about it?

if JANIE FUCKING LANE from that shit metal band WARRANT fucks a stripper with my bottle of Nite Train at one of my shows in front of plenty of people ONSTAGE, why can't i write about it?

buy it now before it gets BANT

lol.....i am #2 in Amazon's "alcoholism" genre

Amazon has it ON SALE for 99 cents, if you have a KINDLE

http://www.amazon.com/BURNED-Living-Thr ... _rhf_p_t_1

still available thru me as a sexy PDF file for only $5