In case you missed it — and I don’t know how you could — Jerome- and Twin Falls-bred rocker Nikki Sixx has his own line of clothing.
Royal Underground is a high-end men’s and women’s collection that the Motley Crue bassist started with fashion designer Kelly Gray. The line ranges from cashmere shirts and hoodies to cotton T-shirts, jeans and leather jackets.
How high-end is Royal Underground? A men’s military-style leather jacket will set you back $1,245. A gray T-shirt emblazoned with crosses and fleur-de-lis goes for $115, and there’s a women’s linen trench coat for $895. And my personal favorite: a pair of straight-legged jeans with — quoting here, “light distressing” — priced to move at $335.
And, no, you can’t buy them in Jerome. Get yourself to Neiman-Marcus, Bloomingdale’s, Nordstrom or Saks Fifth Avenue stores — the nearest is in Spokane, Wash. — or shop online at Neimanmarcus.com or Saks.com.
Sixx — you knew him as Frank Ferrana when he was growing up in the Magic Valley in the ’70s — famously hopped a bus from Twin Falls to Los Angeles with only the shirt on his back and a pawn-shop guitar. Now his net worth is at least $40 million, thanks to the 80 million records Motley Crue has sold in the past 30 years.
In his 2001 autobiography Sixx said he was passed from pillar to post as a child, spending many years with itinerant grandparents.
“My grandparents eventually moved back to Idaho, to a 60-acre cornfield in Twin Falls. We lived next to a silage pit, which is where the extra husks and waste left over after harvesting were dumped, mixed with chemicals, covered with plastic. I lived a Huckleberry Finn life that summer — fishing in the creek, walking around the railroad tracks, crushing pennies under trains and building forts out of haystacks.”
Sixx was an outcast at school, so he joined the football team to earn some respect.
“ ... violence was the only thing that gave me any sense of power over other people. I thrived at defensive end where I could just cream the quarterbacks. I was psycho — I’d get so worked up on the field, I’d just whip off my helmet and start smashing other kids with it. My grandfather still tells me, ‘You play rock and roll exactly like you played football.’”
And young Frankie discovered rock, girls and marijuana. Eventually, he became too much to handle and was sent to live with his mother in Seattle. She sent him back to Jerome.
“I walked off the bus in six-inch platform boots, a gray tweed double-breasted suit, a shag haircut and fingernail polish. My grandmother’s face turned white.”
Steve Crump is the Times-News Opinion editor.