Red: My Uncensored Life in Rock

Red: My Uncensored Life in Rock

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 006200929X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Sammy Hagar—legendary lead singer of Van Halen, founder of the Cabo Wabo Tequila brand, and one of rock music’s most notoriously successful performers—tells his unforgettable story in this one-of-a-kind autobiography of a life at the top of the charts. From his decade-long journey alongside Eddie Van Halen to his raucous solo career with Chickenfoot and everything in between—the drugs, groupies, and excesses of fame, the outrageous stadium tours, and the thrill of musical innovation—Hagar reveals all in this treasure trove of rock-and-roll war stories. Red is a life-changing look at one of music’s biggest talents—an essential read for music fans and anyone dreaming of becoming rock’s next number one star.

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to go out with them. I had jammed on some shows before with Sammy and he wasn’t pleased about that. But I was just the bass player. My last name’s not Van Halen. I didn’t feel I was doing anything wrong. I thought I was flying the Van Halen flag. Ed called me when he heard I might appear as a guest on some of the shows. I wasn’t going to do the full tour, but Sammy asked me if I’d come out and play a few dates. I was totally into it. I remember Ed saying, “You’re not going to be part of that

arrived, we get off the plane and check into our Holiday Inn in Munich, and we go, “Let’s go down to the pool.” We wanted to see the naked chicks. The hotel had a spa, with an indoor/outdoor pool and a restaurant above. We went in the men’s locker room, dropped our drawers, grabbed our towels, wrapped them around us, and headed out for the pool. We went through the turnstile, unwrapped the towels, and went to jump in. We’re naked. Both of us. Some German guy started yelling, “Nein! Nein! Nein!”

class. I was getting ready to make the choice—school or the band—when my dad kicked me out of the house. The Van Halens were just normal guys. We all partied a lot and, being brothers, they fought a lot. They would always hug and make up later, but they would get into these disagreements and we’d have to pull them apart. Didn’t matter where—they’d start pounding on each other, but before long they’d be crying and hugging, saying, “I love you, man.” Those two had a connection, not just brotherly

way I was going and not playing. Kenny Chesney insisted on coming with me. Emeril Lagasse flew in. Mike and I were there with our wives and everybody was giving us so much love. Annie Leibovitz, the photographer, came up and hugged me. Keith Richards’s daughter wanted to meet me. “I’ll take a picture with you if you take me and introduce me to your dad,” I said. She dragged me over to his table. “Hey, mate, Sammy, good job,” he said. I can’t tell you how I felt. It was like the first time I

wanted to be a billionaire, I probably could. I could take all I have right now and leverage it like Donald Trump. That’s what he did. I could work for it, too. Another couple good ideas and who knows? I could invent so many different places that are fun, which would be successful, that I’m sure I could do it, if I wanted. It’s probably not that hard. But I’m not interested. I don’t want to be a billionaire. That would be the biggest fucking waste of time on the planet. When I came up with

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