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Shortly after my audition, Beth and I were out with a couple of friends, driving around in an old Studebaker trying to find a house party in the Hollywood Hills, when one of them said, “I heard FEAR got a new bass player. Some unknown kid called Flea. Can you believe it? Imagine stepping into that band. That kid better be serious if he’s gonna keep up with those guys. That band is fucking hard. I still can’t believe they fired Derf.” I sat in the backseat feeling a surge of pride and happiness, and Beth gifted me a knowing smile. I quietly thought, People who don’t know me talk about me in ...more
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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