Chris Jericho – “No Is A Four-Letter Word” | Book Review

The fourth literary release from Chris Jericho travels a different path than Jericho’s previous three. Rather than recount stories from the years that have passed since his last autobiography (like he had done in October 2014’s release, The Best in the World: At What I Have No Idea), No Is a Four-Letter Word centers around how to apply twenty principals in your life to get to the top of any field, just like he has, using his personal adventures as a guide.

The departure from his usual format may deter readers from giving this book a try. However, you’ll be laughing out loud just the same and find yourself thinking differently in many ways thanks to the advice given by the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla!

Let’s dig in…

"Don’t listen to people who say you can’t make it happen… because I’m living proof that YOU CAN."

– Chris Jericho

Book Review: No Is A Four-Letter Word by Chris Jericho

"No" is not in the arsenal of words used by Chris Jericho. As one of the hardest working men in entertainment, he juggles the roles of world champion professional wrestler, lead singer of heavy metal band Fozzy, actor, three-time New York Times bestselling author, host of the weekly Talk Is Jericho podcast, businessman, master drinker, and most importantly, husband and father to three kids.

An Instagram post shared by Jericho in 2016 laid out his workhorse ethic best: "4 countries and 3 continents in 9 days, plus I’ve got a fourth book to finish, song lyrics to write, and at least 4 podcasts to record."

There’s no stopping this machine, maaaaan! 

So how does he keep himself going on such little rest while continually finding success in each of the avenues that he pursues?

Twenty Principles of Chris Jericho

Chris Jericho’s prose, coupled with his honest and humorous approach to storytelling, makes it hard to put this book down.

While reading No Is A Four Letter Word, I found myself folding the corners of pages that included anecdotes I wanted to remember later. In the spirit of not wanting to give too much away, I won’t be sharing those twenty-seven corner-folded anecdotes, but I will share one story from one of my favorite chapters entitled, "The Keith Richards Principle."

In this chapter, shared with permission from his publisher, Chris Jericho recounts how he was allowed to meet one of his musical heroes, Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones, through an assist from Jimmy Fallon.

"The Keith Richards Principle" From the Chris Jericho Book, No Is a Four-Letter Word

As we grow older, life’s responsibilities and excuses get in the way of enticing opportunities that come our way. "I’d love to go to [insert fun opportunity here] with you, but I have [to work/no money/family to look after/have to get up early, etc.]…" You get the picture. We have all been there. We have played the role of the friend having to say no, despite wanting to go. We have also been that friend asking someone to do something with us but hearing "no" in response. Jericho doesn’t like our types!

"If you don’t WANT to go, that’s fine," Jericho writes, "but if it’s something you really want to do, then don’t give me any excuses. Have to work in the morning? Then drink an extra cup of coffee if you’re tired. Don’t have somebody to go with? Go solo and make friends."

In his book, Jericho continues. "It’s easy to think of a hundred reasons why something won’t work, but I’d rather find a way to MAKE it work. If you want your dreams to come true, stop thinking of excuses, and start making realities."

It’s these anecdotes of advice that stick with you after reading No Is A Four-Letter Word.

So, about this story of Jericho meeting Keith Richards? It almost didn’t happen.

Chris was a guest on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. While backstage, he saw a wall calendar showing that Keith Richards would be a guest the following Monday. Jericho was told by Fallon, "If you’re going to be in town, you should come by!"

Unfortunately for Chris, WWE’s Monday Night Raw was on that Monday night, and as such, he wouldn’t be able to make it. Or so he thought.

In this excerpt from No Is a Four-Letter Word, which was sent to us as a courtesy of Da Capo Press, Chris Jericho tells his story:

"Meeting Keith Richards had been a dream of mine for years, as I’d been a marginal Stones fan since I was a kid. But ironically enough, it wasn’t until I saw their reunion concert in December of 2012 on PPV—promoted by Vincent K. McMahon himself—that I got REALLY into them. Now that the Stones were one of my all-time favorites, I started thinking about the logistics of whether I might actually be able to make this meeting happen.

Raw was nine miles away at the Izod Center in New Jersey, and under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t have presented a problem. But Jimmy Fallon taped his show at 5:30 p.m., which meant the show wouldn’t be over till around 6:30 p.m., which meant I wouldn’t get over there until around 7 p.m. That would still give me an hour to get to Raw before it started at 8 p.m., but nine miles in New York City at rush hour could take nine hours.

However, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so I decided I needed to find a way to make it work. This was a chance I had to take … after all, how many chances was I going to get to meet Keith fuckin’ Richards, right?

When Jimmy came into my dressing room before the show, I mentioned what his producer had told me about Keef.

"Dude, he’s like the nicest guy ever. If you come down here, I promise I’ll introduce you to him. He’ll be happy to meet you!"

It sounded too good to be true, so I was very direct with my retort.

"Jimmy, are you just stroking me? Is this like a Hollywood thing where you’re saying it but not meaning it? Because if you’re serious, I’m telling you right now I’ll be here on Monday."

"Be here Monday at 5 p.m. sharp, and I’ll introduce you to him. No bullshit. I’ll make it happen."

Well, once he said that, there was no way that I wasn’t going to take him up on it. But how was it going to work? There were still a dozen things that could go wrong to cause me to be late for Raw or even miss it completely. It would have been a lot easier to thank him for the offer and try to catch Keith the next time he was in town. But I knew there might not be a next time, so I had to find a way to make it happen now."

Chris Jericho shares the story of bargaining with Vince McMahon to take part in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Chris Jericho shares the story of bargaining with Vince McMahon to take part in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After working through the steps of hiring a car to take himself to New York City and back, not to mention the tall order of having to bargain with Vince McMahon (who also happened to be a huge Rolling Stones fan) to get approval to go, he was given the all-clear. This, of course, was not before McMahon sternly looked at Chris and said, "You have to go. I’ll try to put you on later in the show, but don’t fuck me on this. You better have plan A, B, and C to get back here on time."

Jericho promised he wouldn’t miss Raw, shook hands with his then-boss, and was off to meet one of his musical heroes.

Chris Jericho’s story continues:

"At 5 p.m. sharp, I picked up my credentials from security and went up the elevator to Fallon’s green room at the end of the hall.

I walked in and was surprised to see Dennis Rodman sitting on the plush green couch, surrounded by his entourage. I hadn’t seen Dennis in fifteen years since we were both working in WCW. He was a hot commodity at the time, and Eric Bischoff had signed him for a handful of PPVs that had drawn some pretty big numbers.

(Even the one where he arrived an hour before the show and fell asleep in his corner holding the tag rope DURING the match.) But overall, Dennis was a good guy, and it was nice to see him again. We shot the breeze for a few minutes, and he told the story of how he had recently been with Kim Jong-un in North Korea and had attempted to facilitate world peace by arranging a phone call between Kim and President Obama. However, the tale was cut short when Jimmy (ever the ball of energy) popped his head into the room and said, "Hey, Dennis! Great to see you, man! Chris, are you all set?"

I nodded and followed Jimmy out the door. The fact that he hadn’t invited one of the top ten most famous players in NBA history to join us showed just how exclusive this meeting really was.

"Keith just arrived, and he’s in a great mood. I know you’ve got to get out of here, so let’s go see him now before he gets busy."

I was amazed by Jimmy’s hospitality and how concerned he was with my situation, despite the fact that he had his own national talk show to prepare for. But none of that mattered as we rounded the corner and stopped at a closed door. Jimmy knocked twice, and a middle-aged lady opened it and let us inside. We walked into the small sixteen-by-sixteen-foot room, and there was Keith Richards, one of the biggest rock stars of all time, standing in the corner.

He was a few inches shorter than me, with a gray headband wrapped around his tousled gray hair, smoking a gray cigarette. The wrinkles on his face were more prominent in person, and there was a slight old-man’s pot belly discernable beneath his T-shirt (also gray) that displayed the slogan I ONLY TAKE THE STUFF TO STOP THE BLEEDIN’ emblazoned across the front.

He smiled and cackled his famous gargling razor laugh.

"Jimmy! How are you, man?"

"I didn’t think you were in here, Keith. I couldn’t smell any cigarette smoke," Jimmy remarked with a smile.

"Yeah, man, I just got this new ashtray that sucks up the smoke so you can’t smell it," he said with wonder, despite the fact that my grandma had the same contraption in 1977.

"Keith, this is my friend Chris Jericho. He’s with the WWE and just wrestled in MetLife stadium yesterday in front of seventy thousand people!"

Keef took a drag of his smoke and slurred, "Far out, man," with a nod. I’m sure he was thinking, Wow, you played one stadium? Congrats, kid, that’s a good little accomplishment for you.

I nervously mumbled a few words about how much of an honor it was to meet him, then recovered quickly and asked him about his grapefruits. Keith launched excitedly into a detailed description of his special produce and how he cultivated them. Then he reached into the mini-fridge on the floor and pulled out a glass bottle for Jimmy.

"This is the soda from Jamaica I was telling you about, man. I brought you a sample. You’re going to love it."

After more small talk, I mentioned that I’d seen the Stones PPV a few months earlier, and one song, in particular, had stood out to me. They had done a smoking rendition of Freddie King’s "Going Down," featuring a high-powered four-man guitar duel between Gary Clark Jr., John Mayer, Ronnie Wood, and Keith himself.

I mentioned that while the other three guys had pulled out their most dexterous solos when it was Keith’s turn, he merely played one note, bent up the string, and struck a kickass pose. Then he swaggered back to the drums like a fuckin’ boss with a shit-eating grin. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen, and I asked him about it.

"Well, everybody was playing so busy, I decided to just pick one note and stick with it. But I had to make sure it was a good one!" he quipped before barking another barrage of his boisterous laugh.

I joined in and mentioned how cool it was to see the Stones back on stage after a lengthy layoff and asked if they were thinking about doing any more shows.

"Absolutely! I knew if I could just convince HIM to play one show, that HE would get the bug again, and HE would want to do more, and that’s what happened. HE was on the phone with me the next day to talk about a tour."

I realized, of course, that the HE and HIM to whom Keith was referring was Mick Jagger, who’d famously feuded with his pal over the last few years. But now that the heat had apparently blown over, I’d just been given the exclusive news by one of the Glimmer Twins that the Rolling Stones were ready to do some more dirty work, baby!

We chatted for a few more minutes as Jimmy explained what they had planned for that evening, including a bit where Keef would be sitting in the audience heckling himself as he got interviewed ("Whatever you want, Jimmy, anything for you, man"). Then Jimmy asked if he could take a picture of me with Jumpin’ Jack Flash himself.

"Of course, man! Just make sure you get my good side," Richards said with a grin. "Wait a second; I’m sixty-nine years old . . . I don’t have a good side!" (Insert rusty-blade chuckle here.)

He slid his arm around me, and I laughed as Jimmy snapped the photo. It was a great shot, and I’ve gotten more comments about that picture than any other I’ve taken. As a matter of fact, when I sent it to Guns N’ Roses guitarist and my bro Slash, he dug it so much that he said he was going to print it out and save it.

Keith then told his assistant to give me one of the exclusive Keef T-shirts they had brought with them, stacked in a small pile in the corner.

"What size are you, man?" he asked. When I told him large would be fine, he said, "Take a medium too, just in case. Give the one that doesn’t fit to your grandma … she’ll know who I am!" He cackled once again.

We thanked him for his hospitality, and I shook his hand and proclaimed my eternal respect for him and his band as we left the room."

Fortunately, Chris was able to return back to Raw with only moments to spare but a memory worth a lifetime.

Chris Jericho meets Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones backstage at the Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon.
Chris Jericho meets Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones backstage at the Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon. [Photo: @iamjericho on Twitter]
Endearing stories like this fill the pages of No Is A Four-Letter Word. Further tales such as Chris having to dish out thousands of his own dollars to create his legendary light-up jacket ("You have to spend money to make money!"), and the time Chris tried to pitch the idea of Shawn Michaels joining Jericho in a fight against the Wyatt Family while Vince McMahon was hungry, bring humor, and show a different side of the ever peculiar boss of WWE.


(If there is one piece of advice current WWE employees can take from this book, never, e-e-eeeever, approach Vince McMahon alone when he is hungry!)

Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of the book today.

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