Red Hot Chili Peppers' Flea Signs a Memoir Deal, Promises an 'Epic' Band Origin Story
Flea is a man of many faces — and I'm not just talking about the goofy contortions he pulls onstage: After lending his musical talents to supergroup Atoms for Peace and his vocal talents to Disney's Sheriff Callie's Wild West (as well as, of course, The Wild Thornberrys), it seems that the Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist will now be trying his hand at a memoir. Flea recently secured a publishing deal with Grand Central — also responsible for Stephen Colbert's America Again: Becoming the Greatness We Never Weren't and Carole King's A Natural Woman — whose executive editor, Ben Greenberg, assured The Hollywood Reporter that "[Flea's] story is epic."
Of course, everyone loves a good rock memoir — the drugs, the spats, the hustle-to-stadium payoff — and apparently, the Red Hot Chili Peppers' story promises all of that in no short supply. In addition to tales from his childhood, shipping off from New York suburbia to LA bohemia at a young age, Flea will also touch on the band's "tumultuous creative journey" ("How many location names is too many?!"), as well as a particular "sometimes complex friendship and collaboration" with RHCP's frontman Anthony Kiedis (e.g., I'm guessing, a "who wore it best" shirtlessness rivalry).
Plus, in case that's not enough to draw your interest, Flea has apparently declared himself a "literary geek," asserting, "I love literature deeply. I view books as sacred things, and in writing my story, I'm going to do my best to honor the form that has played such a huge part in shaping who I am." Though I'd raise an eyebrow or two at denoting any Chili Peppers history as "sacred," we can all rest assured that, no matter what, this book is now bound to be some kind of fascinating.
So for my part, I may well pick up a copy of Flea's forthcoming literary epic (or at least, like, browse it in the aisle of a Barnes & Noble or something). Though I'll probably skim over the chapter "Under the Bridge" — I mean, we're all already well aware of how he drew some blood, could not get enough, forgot about his love, and gave his life away. In fact, l'I don't think I'll ever get it out of my head.