I probably would never have picked up this book if I hadn't enjoyed Steven Tyler so much on American Idol (and there's a good chance that Steven Tyler saw American Idol as a good way to promote his boko and upcoming solo album). I also enjoyed Keith Richards' autobiography, and thought this might be another worthy read. However, I thought this one was just okay. For one thing, it's pretty raunchy, and seems filled with locker room talk of sexual conquests and "can you believe I did this and I'm still alive?" At one level, I was able to remember how much I really enjoyed Aerosmith, a band I hadn't listened to in years once they started writing songs with other people and courting top 40 stardom. But this book is really about Steven Tyler and his personality and his viewpoint; even the writing style screams (sometimes literally) STEVEN TYLER! It's difficult to find a narrative thread here, and I really wanted to hear more about the band, which is what I got from "Life." However, it's safe to say after reading this book that Steven Tyler really doesn't give a damn about the rest of the band anymore. He comes off as an egotistical buffoon who happened to create great music.