Book Review: THREE DOG NIGHTMARE: The Chuck Negron Story (4th edition; independently published 2017)

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From 1969 to 1974, Three Dog Night was one of the biggest rock bands in the world, known for smash hits like “One”, “Eli’s Coming”, “Mama Told Me Not to Come”, “Shambala”, “Black & White”, and of course “Joy to the World”. Their squeaky-clean, family friendly image made them popular with both teens and adults, but behind that image lurked a deep, dark secret – co-lead singer Chuck Negron, the long-haired, mustachioed one, was an unrepentant heroin addict.

THREE DOG NIGHTMARE, first published in 1999 and revised in 2017, tells the harrowing tale of the horrors of drug addiction by the man who lived that nightmare for over twenty years. And ‘nightmare’ it truly was, as Chuck tells his tale of going from the pinnacle of the rock’n’roll universe to a Skid Row junkie, lying, cheating, and stealing his way through life leaving nothing but sorrow and devastation in his…

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Music Video Of The Day: Kill The Lonely by Amanda Tenfjord (2019, dir by Onzonz)

To be honest, I initially assumed that this song was literally saying “Kill the Lonely” as in lonely people.  Watching the video, I assumed that the idea was that Amanda Tenfjord had been kidnapped by some sort of extremely hyperactive cult and they were brainwashing her by forcing her to take part in calisthenics.  From what I’ve read, it appears that’s how most cults get started.  Myself, I could never join a cult because the whole communal living thing would get on my nerves and I don’t think I would be able to focus enough to make much money selling trinkets on a street corner.  That may just be me.

I guess what I’m saying is that I wouldn’t want anyone to end up like Little Ice here:

However, it appears that my morbid interpretation of this song was, as usual, incorrect.  Apparently, this song is all about killing the loneliness that might be lurking within you and one way to do that is to hang out in the desert with a bunch of happy looking friends.

And I guess that could be a solution.  Personally, it wouldn’t work for me because I’m not a fan of the desert and I can only be around enthusiastic people for so long.  In my case, I would never cheer myself up by taking part in a group hug.  Instead, I’d curl up on the couch and read a true crime book while TCM played in the background.  To me, that’s how you kill any and all sadness.