The impressive former nunnery nestles isolated in one hundred leafy acres; it was built on a huge scale, with endlessly long corridors connecting all its three hundred rooms. Its serenity and solitude offered Aerosmith an ideal situation in which to work on material for their next album, but this would be squandered, for by now their drug consumption was unleashing new demons. When Tyler arrived in the massive hall with its grand staircase he could have been forgiven for thinking that he had entered a lunatic asylum - the sound of gunfire reverberated in his ears. Along with a mountain of luggage, a fleet of flash cars and motorcycles, an arsenal of more than two dozen weapons had been brought to the retreat, including handguns, rifles, even a semi-automatic sub-machine gun and live rounds. Joe Perry had already rigged up a makeshift firing range in the long attic and was busy blasting away, intent on turning suspended targets into sieves. It was a destructive time in many ways, and as Tyler’s mental meltdown continued, his slide towards becoming a fully fledged junkie was inevitable.
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