Rock of Ages Page #4

Know

Sayin' "I love you"

You beautiful bastard.

Stacee!

Stacee!

Everybody, listen up!

This place is about to become a sea

of sweat, ear-shattering music and puke.

So let's get moving.

Paul! Ha-ha.

You're early.

Actually, I told him the gig was last night,

so technically he's a day late. Don't tell him.

Work, work, work.

Yes, you're on the air.

Hey, Stacee, you made it.

Hey Man.

Yeah. Hey, man.

No, this...

...is Hey Man.

Oh. Uh....

Right.

Hey Man.

Whoa! Whoa!

Thank you so much for doing this....

You and me.

Uh-huh.

You and me.

We're sole survivors.

Even the cockroaches got burned

by the fallout, but not us.

It's great to see your face-bone again.

-Now let's burn this place to the ground.

-Yes.

Right on, brother. Rock 'n' roll.

No. When I'm done, we literally need

to burn this place to the ground.

Otherwise the fire phoenix gets trapped.

Yes, l suppose so.

Ha-ha. It's a joke. I'm kidding, man.

I mean, of course, you're not really gonna

burn the place down to the ground, right?

No.

You can't trap a fire phoenix.

I mean, that'd be crazy, right?

It would be. Yeah.

I mean, seriously...

...tonight, l am gonna light

this place on fire...

...for you...

...my rock 'n' roll brother.

-Uhn.

-Sherrie!

Sherrie. Sherrie.

-You okay?

-Ow.

-What happened?

-You passed out.

I saw Stacee Jaxx. Oh, my God.

I'm so embarrassed. Oh, my Go--

It's okay. I'm sure girls

faint around him all the time.

They're gonna be fainting

around you too in no time.

Here we go.

Hey, Stacee. l got someone

I'd like you to meet, man.

This is Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.

Stace?

You in there, man? Ha-ha-ha.

Say, superstar, rise and shine.

Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.

Stones.

-Good.

-The Rolling Stones?

Where's Mick?

No. The magazine.

She's a reporter.

She's here to do the big story about

you going solo, brother.

-Paul, I--

-Okay.

-Look, Paul, I--

-Hey, hey.

Be yourself.

Superstar, right? Okay, you know what?

I'm gonna leave you two alone,

go return some phone calls.

Play nice!

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

I love you, Stacee Jaxx!

No! I love you! I love you!

Okay.

-Five minutes.

-Fi--?

Oh, God. Okay.

Five minutes and go.

Okay. Stacee Jaxx,

back at The Bourbon--

No, no, no. No.

Now go.

Uh-- At The Bourbon, where it all started.

Your first album Stick Meat gave birth

to some of rock's greatest anthems.

And now a solo career. Why now?

Well, ahem...

...I think....

I think due to the changing nature

of the music industry...

...the change in cultural trends...

...and when you think of

blah-blah-blah and blah-blah-blah.

--you make sure that you wanna take in

blah-blah-blah. Ha-ha.

-Okay.

-Four minutes.

You know, some people have said that

you've become quite difficult to work with.

That you're constantly late, you're

reclusive, sometimes even nonsensical.

I wanna ask you this:

Have these people even met themselves?

Well, I'm talking about your band.

Let me tell you something.

I know me better than anyone...

...because l live in here.

-Eight minutes.

-You just said four.

-Three.

-But it--

Do you think that it's possible...

...that you've shut out or alienated

so many people...

...that you had no other option

but to go solo?

You gotta be true to the muse. Hey Man.

Scotch me, little buddy.

And who is your muse? Ahem.

Right.

Fine.

-Born Steven Jackson in Detroit, Michigan.

-Are we out?

Raised by a single mom, Doris,

now deceased.

Dropped out of Woodrow Wilson High

in 11th grade.

Your first concert was Aerosmith.

When you were 17, you hitchhiked to L.A.

with your high school sweetheart.

Remember her?

No comment?

Hmm?

Two minutes.

Did l hit a nerve?

Aerosmith? Detroit?

High school sweetheart?

Jenny Anderson. Your first love.

And your last hit single, "I'm gonna rock you

in your mouth," it was written about her.

Record sold 100 million copies.

And that record

was produced about eight years ago.

Some people say

you've sold out since then.

I sell out all right.

Every seat, every stadium l ever play.

Yeah, and yet, creatively,

you've come to a standstill.

You've been in and out of the studio

for the past, what? Two years?

And no results. Nothing.

Time.

You know, you're not so weird.

You're just another lonely man

with many regrets.

I said time. You can go now.

Final question.

What happens when you realize

you can't get rid of Stacee Jaxx?

You have no idea what it's like to be me.

Well, then here's your chance.

What's it like to be the Stacee Jaxx?

It's all the same

Only the names will change

Every day it seems we're wastin' away

Another place

Where the faces are so cold

I drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy

On a steel horse l ride

I'm wanted

Dead or alive

Wanted

Dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep

Sometimes it's not for days

The people l meet

Always go their separate ways

Sometimes you tell the day

By the bottle that you drink

And times when you're alone

All you do is think

Dalai Lama.

I'm a cowboy

On a steel horse l ride

I'm wanted

Wanted

Dead or alive

Wanted

Wanted

Dead or alive

Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!

Oh, and I ride

Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!

Oh, when I walk these streets

A loaded six string on my back

I play for keeps

'Cause I might not make it back

I've been everywhere

Still standing tall

I've seen a million faces

And I've rocked them all

I'm a cowboy

On a steel horse l ride

I'm wanted

Wanted

Dead or alive

Well, I'm a cowboy

I got the night on my side

I'm wanted

Wanted

Dead or alive

And I ride

Dead or alive

I still drive

-Dead or alive

-Dead or alive

I'm Stacee.

Sherrie.

When my hamster died...

...your music really helped me through.

You have such a perky...

...heart.

Thank you.

Do me a favor.

Sure.

There's a cut-glass bottle of Scotch

in the limo.

Bring it to my dressing room?

Right away.

Sherrie.

-Where were you?

-I just met Stacee again.

And I didn't even faint.

Wait, wait. Where are you going?

I gotta go grab something for Stacee.

Wait. l want you to be here when l go on.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Now, Patricia, this is the third night

in a row that you've been here.

-Why so passionate?

-Well, Mitch, this has to end.

We're calling on anyone with children

to join forces with us...

...and show up here every night...

...until the doors of these places

are closed for good.

Stacee Jaxx can wreck his own life.

But when it comes to raping...

...the ears of our children

with this poison...

-...we have to fight!

-Well, they--

Rock 'n' roll is the only freedom

we have.

Stacee Jaxx is God!

Rock 'n' roll forever! Waah!

Sniff the mike. Whoo!

I'm walking here! Whoo!

Okay, great interview.

I hope you got everything.

-You're not a cowboy.

-Why don't you tell me what l am?

-You're a man-child stuck in a rut.

-I love it when you talk dirty.

You used to be great. But whatever

made you that way, it's gone.

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