In the early days, they kept a running tally.

Source: http://www.crazydaysandnights.net

Numbers – A Birdie Blind Item

This retired band has been in the news lately.

It isn’t just that they deny the incident basically took place after previously volunteering that it had, it’s that it wasn’t the only time.

In the early days, they kept a running tally.

That all came to an end a few months later because none of them could count above a hundred.

Mötley Crüe

What Netflix’s ‘The Dirt’ Leaves Out: Mötley Crüe’s Assaults on Women and an Alleged Rape

The Dirt, a new Netflix biopic based on the tell-all band autobiography The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band, is the inside look at Mötley Crüe that you never asked for. It hits all the tired beats of a behind-the-music epic—rockers fall in love with strippers and heroin, make fun of groupies and record label execs, play sold-out shows and black out afterwards. At one point in the film, the band’s overworked manager remarks that while other rock bands acted out because they thought they had to, Mötley Crüe truly was that hardcore. Of course, these kinds of flatteries are suspect in a film that’s based on its own subjects’ boasts and brags—and the band’s non-stop partying doesn’t come across as uniquely epic so much as clichéd and sad.

Band members Nikki Six (Douglas Booth), Tommy Lee (Colson Baker aka Machine Gun Kelly), and Vince Neil (Daniel Webber) are presented as the main offenders, accenting their own life stories with wacky hijinks like puking on strippers, sleeping with each other’s girlfriends, and pranking other dudes by keeping a girl under their bar to give surprise blowjobs. A scene in which Vince expresses his love for a pair of leather pants over his girlfriend drives home what has already been made abundantly clear: women are accessories in this film, and not particularly important ones.

Despite their efforts not to erase the “warts” and “ugly parts” from their biopic, Mötley Crüe clearly didn’t realize that brutal honesty doesn’t make up for a painful lack of self-awareness or self-critique. Instead of giving agency back to the female props the band used for decades, The Dirt spends almost two hours glamorizing shitty behavior, and then attempts to exonerate its stars with a few vague voiceovers about regret and rehabilitation.- Source