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About Late, Late At Night
Product Description Now in paperback—Grammy Award-winning icon Rick Springfield shares the startling story of his rise and fall and rise again in music, film, and television and his lifelong battle with depression. In a searingly candid memoir which he authored himself, Grammy Award–winning pop icon Rick Springfield pulls back the curtain on his image as a bright, shiny, happy performer to share the startling story of his rise and fall and rise in music, film, and television and his lifelong battle with depression. In the 1980s, singer-songwriter and actor Rick Springfield seemed to have it all: a megahit single in “Jessie’s Girl,” sold-out concert tours, follow-up hits that sold more than seventeen million albums and became the pop soundtrack for an entire generation, and twelve million daily viewers who avidly tuned in to General Hospital to swoon over his portrayal of the handsomeDr. Noah Drake. Yet lurking behind hissuccess as a pop star and soap opera heartthroband his unstoppable drive was a moody, somber,and dark soul, one filled with depression and insecurity. In Late, Late at Night, the memoir his millions of fans have been waiting for, Rick takes readers inside the highs and lows of his extraordinary life. By turns winningly funny and heartbreakingly sad, every page resonates with Rick’s witty, wry, self-deprecating, brutally honest voice. On one level, he reveals the inside story of his ride to the top of the entertainment world. On a second, deeper level, he recounts with unsparing candor the forces that have driven his life, including his longtime battle with depression and thoughts of suicide, the shattering death of his father, and his decision to drop out at the absolute peak of fame. Having finally found a more stable equilibrium, Rick’s story is ultimately a positive one, deeply informed by his passion for creative expression through his music, a deep love of his wife of twenty-six years and their two sons, and his life-long quest for spiritual peace. About the Author Rick Springfield is a Grammy Award–winning musician and actor, and the author of the New York Times bestselling memoir Late, Late Night, which Rolling Stone named one of the twenty-five greatest rock memoirs off all time. He lives in Malibu with his wife, Barbara. Visit him online at RickSpringfield.com or MagnificentVibration.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. A Note From the Author When I turned fifty, I wrote a song about my life so far, to see if I could fit it into a three-minute pop tune. I could. My Depression Born in the Southern Land where a man is a man Don’t remember too much, warm mama, cold touch Postwar baby boom, fifty kids in one room All white future bright but living in a womb Got a TV receiver Jerry Mathers as the Beaver No blacks, no queers, no sex. Mouseketeers Daddy kept moving round, I can’t settle down Always the lost new kid in town Mannlicher lock and loaded, JFK’s head exploded Dark figure at the fence, end of my innocence Hormones hit me, chew up, spit me Get stoned, get plastered, always was a moody bastard Guitar fool, kicked out of high school Joined a band, Vietnam, Mama-san, killed a man Daddy gets real sick it’s too intense I can’t stick it Buy myself a ticket to the U.S.A. Oh my God, it’s my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundation? That’s right, my life. Better start thinking ’bout my destination Hollywood sex-rat, been there, done that Jaded afraid I’d never get a turn at bat Last in a long line, finally hit the big time Gold mine, feeding time, money/fame, I get mine Use it, abuse it, Daddy dies, I lose it Get a wife get a son, beget another one. Head said “God’s dead,” motorcycle body shred Midlife crisis rears its ugly head Prozac, lithium, could never get enough of ’em Last wills, shrink’s bills, sleeping pills, sex kills Edge of sanity, my infidelity Looking in the mirror and thinking how it used to be Don’t like the skin I’m in
