r100, the story I've always heard is that Steinman and Def Leppard was simply the wrong match. I asked him about it once, and he said, "They made Spinal Tap look like the Juilliard String Quartet." (One of the few occasions I can remember him being genuinely witty; his bitchy remarks don't come so quickly these days. Hard living turns the brain to mush -- Jim liked his green, white, and liquor, and once they placed his heart in a precarious position, he switched to multiple doctors with scrip pads. I wouldn't say he's got long.)
Anyway... the tea on the Def Leppard thing is that Mutt Lange initially had a nervous breakdown and Jim came in to sweep it up, recommended by Cliff Burnstein, who was one of their managers. (Something he also did on the Billy Squier thing, to toss in a quick aside to r101; Jim joked once, "Mutt Lange is totally insane. He has nervous breakdowns as part of his process of making records! He mixes, remixes and has a nervous breakdown. That's why they're always finished up by his engineers, Nigel Green or Mike Shipley. It was weird, I'd done the Billy Squier album because Mutt pulled out when he had a nervous breakdown after he finished The Cars and then he had another one so I was brought in to do Def Leppard. It was insane, I was wandering the globe cleaning up after Mutt's nervous breakdowns." In this case, though, I think Jim was a last resort after they heard about his work with Billy Squier, because they'd also offered the seat to Chris Thomas, Trevor Horn, and Phil Collins. Imagine that last one for a second, if you will; then vomit and move on.)
The first meeting was when Jim knew this probably wasn't gonna work. He had to meet them at their shared house in Dublin, 'cause they were living in tax exile, and when they sat down to tea, the conversation went like this:
JOE ELLIOTT: "Look, we apologize that you had to come to Dublin, Ireland, but we can't be in England, so I'm sorry about this." STEINMAN: "Sorry? Are you kidding? Ireland… Dublin? This is the home of Synge, O'Casey, George Bernard Shaw, Yeats, James Joyce... these guys are idols of mine! Just finally being here is amazing! You guys feel that at all?" JOE ELLIOTT: "Well, we haven't really played with the local musicians yet." STEINMAN: "... *facepalm*"
(They continued not to be particular brains trusts; said Jim, "This group had no idea how much money they had. They had millions and millions of dollars, but they had no idea. They just knew how many cars they had, that's how they judged things. You know, 'I have nine cars.'" On another occasion, "Joe Elliott went into town to see a movie. When he came back I said, 'Joe, how was the movie?' And he said, 'Fucking brill, fucking brill.' I said, 'What did you see?' He said, '[italic]Police Academy III[/italic].'")
They asked for his songwriting input, and he threw out a few titles they could try, like "Use It or Lose It." Not his best suggestions, and they got shot down instantly, but hey, clearly his heart wasn't in it. Then came the actual sessions, where they couldn't agree on shit:
1) Rick Allen whispers to Jim one day, "I really want to be on this record." "...well, you're the drummer, aren't you?" "Yeah, but I really want to be on this record." Come to find out, Rick wasn't on [italic]Pyromania[/italic] at all; apparently Mutt didn't allow real drums, and was one of the first to use drum machines to simulate real drums (very unlike their purpose in dance music). He wouldn't let the drummer play *at all*, and Rick was upset. So Jim gets out the drum machine, programs it, and asks Rick to play along. He thought Rick was really good, or at least as good as any other drummer he'd worked with. "Hey! You're the drummer, you'll be on the record!" So they used all live drums on the tracks they worked on (Jim worked -- to some extent -- on "Don't Shoot Shotgun," "Run Riot," "Animal," "Women," "Gods of War," "Love & Affection," and "Love Bites," not that anything he did is on the final record).
TBC!