Inside The Mind Of Michael Des Barres

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I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing Michael Des Barres three times. He’s also the first celebrity I interacted with through my blog, way back in 2012. Since then, I’ve seen him perform live in New York City and continue to enjoy his countless artistic endeavors, which are always inspired. Michael has a new documentary, and it’s a rip-roaring success! Make sure to watch it, and check out the following interview I conducted with him, where we cover a wide range of topics.

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Michael Des Barres Documentary Debuts Worldwide

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Michael Des Barres has carved a path through show business and life like no other. He has played rock stars and been a rock star. He’s been a fictional DJ, and a real DJ with millions of listeners on Sirius XM. A singer with record deals over the course of five decades and an actor in over a hundred TV and movie appearances, chances are you know him and don’t know it. Michael Des Barres: Who Do You Want Me To Be? allows Michael, the son of a junkie aristocrat and a schizophrenic showgirl, to tell viewers his story from its very high highs to its very low lows (and some very high lows too). A host of eyewitnesses including Gabriel Byrne, Steve Jones (The Sex Pistols), Don Johnson, John Taylor (Duran Duran), Allison Anders, Ed Begley Jr., Pamela Des Barres, and Steven Van Zandt all join in to corroborate Michael’s wild tale. This documentary is an excellent encapsulation of a life well lived, and I highly recommend that everyone see it.

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Michael Des Barres: Who Do You Want Me To Be?

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Michael Des Barres is one of the most charismatic and fascinating people I’ve ever met, so when I heard a documentary was coming out about his life I was extremely interested in watching it. The film, entitled Michael Des Barres: Who Do You Want Me To Be?, has already appeared at the San Francisco Documentary Film Festival and the Macon Film Festival, where it was universally praised.

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