7 Demented Tales Of Rock Star Sex You Never Heard Before
The world of rock 'n' roll isn't a place for the fainthearted. It's full of emotional turmoil, violence, addiction, and just, like, a shitload of hardcore fucking. And often, the gods of rock like to swirl all of that mess together, creating sexual exploits so weird and sordid that even Larry Flynt would look away.
David Bowie Banged Slash's Mom
Of all the possible reasons for musician rivalries, David Bowie and Slash might have a unique one. It's not that Slash ever called Bowie a has-been, or that Bowie accused Slash of ripping off one his lesser-known alter egos (The Sunglass Wizard). All Bowie did was have tons of sex with Slash's mom when he was a kid.
During the making of The Man Who Fell to Earth, Bowie -- vagabond and satanic sperm incubator -- began a passionate affair with his costume designer. The lady in question was Ola Hudson, a world-famous designer responsible for the looks of other rock luminaries like Ringo Starr and John Lennon. She's also the mother of some guy named Saul Hudson, although we know him better by the punctuation sign he now goes by.
You're face to face, With the man who boned your mom
During an interview in 2012, Slash finally admitted that he absolutely despised Bowie for being his mom's boyfriend. And while their relationship was very mysterious to the press, Slash saw it all. The Duke was all up in their domestic life, including tucking the future hellraiser into bed like he was his eyepatch-wearing stepdad from space. Slash even saw Bowie's Major Tom when he walked in on them during, um, naked wrestling. The guitarist does admit that he always thought Bowie was cool, just not in the "it's cool to bang my mom" kinda way. Admittedly, that was probably a package deal if you wanted to be friends with David Bowie.
Although the whirlwind romance only lasted three years, Ola remained close with Bowie, even asking him to sit down with Slash and give him advice on overcoming his drug addiction early in his career. We're not sure how that conversation started, but it probably ended with some door-slamming and Slash yelling, "You can't tell me what to do! You're not my real dad!"
Motley Crue Rubbed Egg Burritos On Their Dicks To Mask The Smell Of Groupie Sex
According to pop culture, hiding an affair is a complex plot involving secret phones, meaningful glances, and constantly sniffing and re-sniffing your clothes. It's a high-stakes game, and if you don't want to lose, you better be willing to do anything. Just ask Motley Crue.
In the early days of the band, most of the members had girlfriends -- which is problematic when your job kind of insists on you sexing groupies. Not wanting to break up with the loves of their lives, but also wanting to constantly be boning other people whenever they weren't home, the Crue came up with a plan. After every piece of backstage or recording booth tail, the band would take Tommy Lee's van to a place called Naugles. There, they celebrated their infidelity with a round of egg burritos -- one to eat, and one to slather all over their dicks and balls.
Now, rubbing Mexican food on your junk isn't some old-fashioned cure-all for groupie-related STIs -- this ritual was all about the smell. The band figured that the smell of egg burrito would overpower even the most pungent of backstage favors. And before you ask "Couldn't they just shower?" remember that this is Motley Crue we're talking about. Look at them. Taking a shower would raise more suspicions than coming home smelling of strange vaginas. As Vince Neil described it, "We would tell our girlfriends, 'Oh, we dropped the burritos in our laps.'" Every day of the week. Maybe their girlfriends were too worried about them dying of high cholesterol to be thinking about them cheating.
As we know you're dying to find out, they used the burritos like washcloths, not like fleshlights. The Crue didn't ram their members into piping-hot eggs. At that point of the evening, their dicks were already burning plenty.
Limp Bizkit, ICP, And Korn Made Pornos Of Their Own Lives
As music historians can confirm, the angsty and angry nu-metal sound was developed as a coping mechanism for the great tragedy that was Batman And Robin. Naturally, bands like Limp Bizkit, Korn, and Insane Clown Posse were immediately accused of corrupting young minds. Not with their shitty music, but because of all the hardcore porn they were producing.
You can get herpes just by looking at that cover.
On the backs of their reputations as barnstorming hooligans, these bands were offered starring spots in the soon-to-be-bestselling series Backstage Sluts, wherein famous rockers recount their wildest sexual moments -- which totally happened, bro -- while actual porn stars acted them out.
So what sort of antics are we talking here? Well, there's ICP's Violent J trying to cajole one of the performers into having sex with him because he's got the world's biggest penis (a line which we're sure she's never heard before). Or how about watching a reenactment of El Duce -- of the charming "rape rock" band The Mentors -- having sex with homeless women? Or watching another singer have the world's least passionate threesome with his girlfriend and another woman? Motorhead's Lemmy Kilmister even shows up to talk about the terrifying hour he spent laying some supremo pipe on Wendy O. Williams, lead singer of The Plasmatics.
The piece de resistance, however, is watching Insane Clown Posse reminisce about a time they witnessed their roadies throwing lunch meat at naked groupies ... only to become so sexually excited by the re-enactment happening in front of them that they can't help but burst into frame and start lobbing some bologna themselves, like barely sentient Barbary apes breaking the fourth and fifth walls.
The fifth wall is the lunchmeat industry.
Backstage Sluts can be found for sale at your local garage sale, alongside other tit-for-tat niche porn like What Can I Do to Get Out Of This Ticket, Officer? and I'm Rich, Blow Me Vol. 9. Alternatively, you can join a church or something.
Related: ICP Shows Laudable Concern For Fans
Nick Cannon And Mariah Carey Did It To Her Music
At some point in their lives (16-24), most people will make a sex mixtape -- a collection of songs to set the mood during lovemaking. Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey had a playlist like that, only theirs was nothing but a loop of Carey's song about how real heroes never go soft halfway through.
In 2012, during an interview with chain smoking grandmother Howard Stern, Cannon revealed that when the then-couple had lovin' on their minds, there was nothing that got the bodily fluids pouring like queuing up a couple of her tracks and going to town on each other. Their favorite Carey anthem? Her soft and sweeping "Hero." Maybe it's because of encouraging lyrics like And then a hero comes along, with the strength to carry on. Or maybe it's because Cannon doesn't have any music of his own worth listening to while you're trying to bump uglies. Either way, this should come as no surprise to anyone familiar with Mariah Carey, who insisted on giving birth while listening to a recorded live performance of her own song, "Fantasy," so she could hear her fans clapping for her.
But unlike most of us, Cannon was getting off on his wife's singing long before they were married. In the same interview, he also told the world that he jerked it to the very same song, which might be the most loyal version of masturbation anyone has ever admitted to. After their divorce, Cannon admitted that sharing those tidbits had gotten him into trouble with Carey. Maybe telling the world that he needed two Mariah Careys to whisper in his ears might have contributed to their split. At least he has her music to keep him company at night.
David Lee Roth Paid His Road Crew $100 For Every Woman They Brought Him Backstage
We've already written about the sex tents that Van Halen's Sammy Hagar had installed wherever he performed so that he could disappear mid-solo and indulge himself in a groupie or nine. But that's not the only way Van Halen was entrepreneurial with his young fans. Let's take a minute and discuss how original frontman David Lee Roth amused his roadies by sending them out on groupie scavenger hunts.
From his lofty position on the stage, Roth would instruct his roadies to dive into the crowd and collect very specific girls for him to have sex on. The lucky girl would be given a special backstage pass with the initials of the roadie who approached her written in the top corner. If that pass was then among the ones strewn on his floor the next morning, Roth would reward the roadie with a $100 bonus at breakfast the next morning, because exchanging money for sex works up an appetite.
But that's not where Roth's impressive management methods ended. Once he'd chosen his girls/targets, he would often inform the crew that once all of the equipment was packed into the trucks, they were free to pick up the leftover groupies. And while it must have been unpleasant for the hotties who flocked backstage to get the runner-up prize of being felt up by a mustard-stained teamster, using women as currency did cut pack-up times in half.
Seeing that so much of his backstage dealings revolved around Roth banging groupies, it makes sense that he insured his wang. After all, if something ever happened to it, the backstage work would have ground to a halt. But everywhere else, women would rejoice at no longer being herded into Roth's fuck pen by his sound-checking border collies, and men would rejoice for never having to hear "Jump" again.
Marilyn Manson Has Too Many Sex Rules
Marilyn Manson might be the wildest rocker in the business. Looking like Jared Leto having a psychotic break during the filming of Suicide Squad 2 and acting like an Ozzy Osbourne who can remember how to be metal, you can only imagine how the sex is, right? Very bureaucratic, it turns out.
Manson likes his rules, particularly when they concern boning, or "splicing the Cthulhu with two backs." If you want to get down to goth business with him, for instance, the lights have to be off. Not because he thrives in darkness and shit, mind, but because he's really shy.
It's hard for Manson to concentrate, which is why he also only has sex while keeping his underwear around his ankles, in case he needs to flee the room. Makes sense, it's really hard to find black silk in total darkness.
Manson's peccadillos wouldn't be such an issue for his queens of the dead if they didn't come up so frequently. The minimum number of times per day he has to engage in "sexual congress" is five, with ten being the ideal goal. So imagine having to punch in five times a day, waiting for Manson to squeeze out of seven layers of latex, and then stumbling around in the dark, knowing that if you accidentally make his underoos slip off, the whole carnival starts all over again. Add an antique abortionist chair covered with a bear rug, which is Manson's favorite sex surface, and now you know what it's like making love to the goth supreme: like trying to play an Edgar Allan Poe board game with a 100-page rulebook and a separate pamphlet full of footnotes.
Cynthia Albritton Made Plaster Molds Of Every Rock Star's Dick
Often, fans want to commemorate seeing their rock gods by buying some merchandise -- maybe a T-shirt or some rad collectible dishes. Really big fans hang out by the backstage, hoping they might get their hands on a guitar pick or a towel drained in frontman sweat. But the biggest of all fans won't go home unless they get a plaster cast of their beloved musician's penis. Meet Cynthia Albritton, aka Cynthia Plaster Caster, aka the "Super Groupie." Cynthia spent the '70s and '80s making sure future generations would know how endowed the musical legends of the day were. (In the case of composer Clint Mansell: "very.") She got her start after being given an assignment in art school to plaster cast "something hard," which she interpreted as her art teacher telling her to go out and ask Jimi Hendrix if she could grab his dick.
After doggedly stalking Hendrix, she found herself invited up to his hotel room, at which point she pulled out her equipment, told him to stick it in, and made sure it stayed hard -- a description which covers 99 percent of all rock star / groupie interactions. Being new to the taking-plaster-casts-of-musician-penises game, however, Cynthia made a mistake: She forgot to lube up Hendrix's pubes, which led to an agonizing 15 minutes of his short and curlies getting yanked out of what must have felt like cooled adamantium. By the looks of it, maybe she didn't forget to lube the base so much as run out of it by the time she got there.
Looks closer to 5 than 4, to be honest.
Over the next few decades, Albritton would go onto plaster-cast members of bands such as MC5, Journey, the Kinks, the Beach Boys, the Lovin' Spoonful, and the Dead Kennedy's (Jello Biafra!). Then, in one of the most bizarre heists in history, Frank Zappa's manager tried to steal her collection. Not because he wanted to protect Zappa's choir-boy-like reputation, but because he wanted something interesting on his coffee table. And copies of his clients' dicks definitely count.
Gotta catch 'em all!
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