
“Let me give you some superlatives,” says Jeff Gold, Warner Bros. The release will piggyback not only on the already massive Stern-generated advance promotion of the film via his nationally syndicated daily radio show, but also on his powerful multimedia track record.

The disc will also include movie dialogue and additional exclusive Stern material (including a track on which he sings lead vocals). The track is being hailed as a Jane’s Addiction reunion, teaming Pyros Perry Farrell and Stephen Perkins with fellow former Addiction bandmate Dave Navarro and his current Red Hot Chili Peppers bandmate, Flea. 25, will contain a mix of classic and modern rock, including Porno For Pyros’ “Hard Charger,” the first single. release of the soundtrack to “Private Parts.” The film, which opens March 7, is based on Stern’s best-selling autobiography of the same name. Howard Stern, who has had tremendous success in radio, books and television, attacks record racks this month with the Warner Bros. Bunkered down in Long Island with his wife and three young daughters, too terrified of his own sexual reveries to do anything but parade them - endlessly - on the air, he may be the prime contemporary example of Flaubert’s dictum, ”Be cautious and bourgeois in your life so that you can be daring in your art.The self-proclaimed “king of all media” is primed to conquer another realm: music. It was like growing up in a box with no lights on.” As the book makes clear, the overarching joke of Stern’s existence is that he’s still a veal. ”Basically,” writes Stern, ”my mother, Ray, raised me like a veal.


Within a few seconds we were totally bored”), his defiant xenophobia (”This Eiffel Tower is a major tourist attraction? It looks like it was made with an Erector set”), or his effulgent fantasy life (”Lesbianism, let’s face it, is a godsend”), which seems to run like some succulent porno tape loop in his mind.

How could it not be? There’s hardly a private part of his life he hasn’t already dissected on the air, whether it’s his psycho-suburban upbringing in an all-black Long Island neighborhood (”They should have issued me a gun to go to that school”), his marriage to the eternally affectionate and forgiving Alison (”I started shaving her. Penned by Stern himself (though he might almost have talked it into a tape recorder), this blasphemously funny autobiography-scrapbook is, in essence, Howard’s radio show jammed between two covers. That voice comes through with buoyant abandon in Private Parts ( Simon & Schuster).
