Nasty Divorce Heralds Interview Publisher's Latest Mid-Life Crisis

Peter Brant seems to be going through the billionaire's version of mid-life crisis. It's been brutal on his second, and soon to be ex-, wife.

Instead of acquiring a new car, like your typical older man reckoning with uncomfortable feelings, Brant bought a $50 million private jet. Instead of quitting his job, he shook up his pet magazine, Interview. And instead of your typical marriage problems, he's going with the nuclear divorce option, his wife's "friend" tells Page Six:

    "I'm sleeping in the maid's quarters," Seymour told a friend... "He's playing very dirty with me."

    ...A friend said she has come home to discover the locks had been changed.

Brant is also challenging custody of the couple's three children, said Page Six.

Of course, Brant has already been through a family shakeup once before — when he left his first wife, with whom he had five children, for fashion model Seymour, whose past relationships included one to the then-married head of Elite Model Management and one with Axl Rose of Guns N' Roses.

It could, perhaps, be worse: Some moguls assert their virility by buying severely overpriced newspapers for billions of dollars. Brant sells those newspapers the stock they print on — a superior economic position in a recession. In the midst of a messy divorce, however, Brant must be wishing he was the one with control over the tabloids.

Source: http://gawker.com/5243812/nasty-divorce … ife-crisis

04 May, 2009

Also had fun checking out some of the Mick Wall hate sites on the internet set up by so-called Guns N' Roses fans, or mentals and virgins, as they are known to the medical profession. It's really rather flattering. Made me get up from this seat and polish my gold record for GN'R Lies that Axl gave me, bless his expensively weaved dreadlocks.

01 May, 2009

The rest of the time has been the usual blur of emails, snail mail, fighting wolves from doors, and, oh yeah, listening to Chinese Democracy by a group called Guns N' Roses. Well, I say 'group' but you know what I mean. Him. Now the dust has finally settled and the damn thing has been and gone in the wink of a dead dog's eye, I wondered what I actually thought of it. And it's simple really: same as ever. Some great tracks - Better, IRS, There Was A Time, all the obvious ones - and some right old codswallop - Shackler's Revenge, Scraped, blahblahblah. Poor fuck. If he'd put the bitch out 10 years ago we'd have thought it a masterpiece. Well, the media would. But he left it and left it and finally it just sort of squirted out like a wet fart and now it's all been forgotten again. No videos, no tours, no nothing to mark its passing except the usual not so terrifying silence. I mention this because I had a dream about Axl last night. We were together in a room at the Sunset Marquis in LA and we were laughing and joking.

"I'm sorry," I said, "for... everything."

"No, you're not," he said.

"Well, you did put me in the shit with that song..."

"And you put me in the shit with that fucking Motley Crue story."

"And who's fault was that? You were the one that wanted me to go ahead and publish it."

"I know," he said. "Those were the days, huh?"

"Just don't kill yourself," I said.

"I won't," he said. "I'm not that stupid."

Talking to Ross and Axl. Just like old times in dreamworld.

Source: http://www.mickwall.com/blog/blog.php