ROCK ‘N’ RUIN

The road to rock ‘n’ roll immortality is littered with the broken records of bands whose dreams of becoming the “next big thing” disintegrated in spite of publicity campaigns and record contracts fueled by ridiculous amounts of money (“Jane’s Addiction’s Big Trip,” by Steve Hochman, Oct. 18).

For someone who is so convinced of his place in music history as the band’s Perry Farrell seems to be, he should do a little research on the subject before he opens his mouth again. Until the day arrives when the world is walking around humming the celebrated “Pigs in Zen,” or his “musically light-years ahead” ideas are recognized as such, he should put a lid on it.

I mean, the guy is such a legend in his own mind that he’s already talking of quitting the business, and he’s yet to commit a single distorted note to tape (“I might just split the country”).

Hey, Perry: Give me a call if you need a ride to the airport.

TOM CHILD

Long Beach