Biography

Ted Nugent was born on December 13, 1948 in Detroit, Michigan, USA as Theodore Anthony Nugent. He is an actor and composer, known for Pain & Gain (2013), Superbad (2007) and The Heat (2013). He has been married to Shemane Nugent since January 21, 1989. They have one child. He was previously married to Sandra Ann Jezowski.

Rock n' Roll Ponytail

Performing shirtless

Soul Patch

Threats were reportedly made against his children from radical-anarchist environmentalists due to Nugent's well-publicized love of hunting.

Has recorded 29 albums which have sold over 30 million copies.

Founder of Ted Nugent Kamp For Kids and the Ted Nugent Bowhunting School.

Creator and Producer of Award winning Ted Nugents Spirit of the Wild PBS video series, raising in excess of $3,000,000 for PBS affilliates nationwide.

Recorded 31 albums 1967-2001.

Formed Damn Yankees with Tommy Shaw (STYX), Jack Blades (Night Ranger) and Michael Cartellone in 1989; the band sold some 5,000,000 albums.

Host of the #1 rated Ted Nugent Morning Show, WWBR, Detroit. Also created and hosted the Ted Nugent Commando radio show for 10 years, also in Detroit.

Honored on the floor of the United States Senate in 1994.

Outspoken against substance abuse, he acknowledged in a 1977 interview with High Times that "I took two tokes off a joint with the MC5 one night and almost gagged and thought it was stupid. And that's it. I took two tokes off a joint once. I snorted one line of cocaine. And one line of crystal methedrine before my draft physical - but God, that was worth it because I wanted to see the look on the Sergeant's face. That's it for drugs.".

Outspoken pro-hunting media crusade, conducting 5-10 prime media every week, impacting millions everyday.

Created highly successful tele-conferencing program to school systems across the country.

Official rock n' roll, hunting, conservation representative for Rush Limbaugh's Excellence in Broadcasting Radio and Television Network.

Appointed to the Michigan Year of the Family Council by Governor John Engler.

Keynote Speaker for Native American Fish and Wildlife Society Conference, Anchorage, Alaska, 1995.

Michigan's Hunting and Fishing Heritage Task Force.

Board of Directors, Lyme Alliance.

Inducted into the Native American Strongheart Society by the Lakota, Sioux, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapahoe Tribes.

Certified Hunter Saftey instructor and International Bowhunter Education Foundation instructor.

Professional Staff Advisor for Browning Arms, GameTracker, Mossy Oak, LaCrosse.

Regular columnist and contributor to more than 32 publications.

Attempted to buy the background-music company Muzak so he could shut it down; his offer was rejected. [1989]

The son of a father was of Irish and German descent, and a mother of Swedish descent, Nugent grew up in the NW Detroit section called Rosedale Park. He graduated from St. Viator High School in Arlington Heights, Illinois. He later briefly attended Redford High School before his family moved to Ilinois circa 1964. His first band was in Detroit (The Lourds).

Of the seven albums he released between 1975 and 1980, five of them were certified Platinum or better.

His guitar solo in "Stranglehold" was recorded in one take.

Release of his cookbook, "Kill It & Grill It: A Guide to Preparing and Cooking Wild Game and Fish" by Ted and Shemane Nugent. [2002]

Inducted into the Bowhunters Hall of Fame in 2006.

He and his wife visited the White House in April 2017, with Sarah Palin and Kid Rock.

You've got to kill it, before you grill it

[on Muzak] It's an evil force in today's society, causing people to lapse into uncontrollable fits of blandness. It's been responsible for ruining some of the best minds of our generation.

I visited Saddam Hussein's master war room. It was a glorious moment. It looked like something out of Tähtien sota (1977). I saw his gold toilet. I shit in his bidet.

I say that I want the rape victim to shoot the rapist. All good people want rape to stop.

I think you should ride the line between fatigue and chaos. The chaos keeps the energy level and spontaneity maximized, while fatigue is just over the edge, and you should try to avoid it.

[on Wayne LaPierre of the National Rife Association] In the embarrassing culture war of politically correct denial that runs amok today, there is an American warrior, a common man who who represents common sense and self-evident truth, and he is Wayne LaPierre. On behalf of the millions of Americans who still believe in God-given, constitutionally guaranteed individual rights, Wayne stands firm against the insidious tsunami of dangerous anticonstitutional furor that would further infringe on our sacred Second Amendment. Wayne is a sledgehammer for truth, logic and freedom. He is cut from the same cloth as our forefathers who stood on the Concord bridge and risked all to give birth to a truly free, independent America. Wayne's voice is the modern shot heard round the world.

I was addicted to girls. It was hopeless. It was beautiful. I got the stamp of approval of their parents ... I guess they figured better Ted Nugent than some drug-infested punk in high school.

The level of ignorance goes beyond stupidity. Again, the National Rifle Association are a bunch of American families who have a voice to stand up for our God-given, constitutionally guaranteed right to keep and bear arms.

I do apologize, not necessarily to the president, but on behalf of much better men than myself. I apologize for using the street-fighter terminology of 'subhuman mongrel' instead of just using more understandable language, such as 'violator of his oath to the Constitution', 'the liar that he is'.

Ted was a young boy, appearing to be a hippie but quite opposite in fact, working hard and playing hard, playing rock and roll like a deviant. People would question my sanity, I played so much. So I got my notice to be in the draft. Do you think I was gonna lay down my guitar and go play army? Give me a break! I was busy doin' it to it. I had a career Jack. If I was walkin' around, hippying down, getting' loaded and pickin' my ass like your common curs, I'd say "Hey yeah, go in the army. Beats the poop out of scuffin' around in the gutters." But I wasn't a gutter dog. I was a hard workin', mother****in' rock and roll musician. I got my physical notice 30 days prior to. Well, on that day I ceased cleansing my body. No more brushing my teeth, no more washing my hair, no baths, no soap, no water. Thirty days of debris build. I stopped shavin' and I was 18, had a little scraggly beard, really looked like a hippie. I had long hair, and it started gettin' kinky, matted up. Then two weeks before, I stopped eating any food with nutritional value. I just had chips, Pepsi, beer-stuff I never touched-buttered poop, little jars of Polish sausages, and I'd drink the syrup, I was this side of death, Then a week before, I stopped going to the bathroom. I did it in my pants. poop, piss the whole shot. My pants got crusted up. See, I approached the whole thing like, Ted Nugent, cool hard-workin' dude, is gonna wreak havoc on these imbeciles in the armed forces. I'm gonna play their own game, and I'm gonna destroy 'em. Now my whole body is crusted in poop and piss. I was ill. And three or four days before, I started stayin' awake. I was close to death, but I was in control. I was extremely antidrug as I've always been, but I snorted some crystal methedrine. Talk about one wounded motherf*cker. A guy put up four lines, and it was for all four of us, but I didn't know and I'm vacuuming that poop right up. I was a walking, talking hunk of human poop. I was six-foot-three of sin. So the guys took me down to the physical, and my nerves, my emotions were distraught. I was not a good person. I was wounded. But as painful and nauseous as it was - 'cause I was really into bein' clean and on the ball - I made gutter swine hippies look like football players. I was deviano. So I went in, and those guys in uniform couldn't believe the smell. They were ridiculin' me and pushin' me around and I was cryin', but all the time I was laughin' to myself. When they stuck the needle in my arm for the blood test I passed out, and when I came to they were kicking me into the wall. Then they made everybody take off their pants, and I did, and this sergeant says, "Oh my God, put those back on! You f*cking swine you!" Then they had a urine test and I couldn't piss, But my poop was just like ooze, man, so I poop in the cup and put it on the counter. I had poop on my hand and my arm. The guy almost puked. I was so proud. I knew I had these chumps beat. The last thing I remember was wakin' up in the ear test booth and they were sweepin' up. So I went home and cleaned up. They took a putty knife to me. I got the street rats out of my hair, ate some good steaks, beans, potatoes, cottage cheese, milk. A couple of days and I was ready to kick ass. And in the mail I got this big juicy 4-F. They'd call dead people before they'd call my ass. But you know the funny thing about it? I'd make an incredible army man. I'd be a colonel before you knew what hit you, and I'd have the baddest bunch of motherf*ckin' killers you'd ever seen in my platoon. But I just wasn't into it. I was too busy doin' my own thing, you know?

How tragic that the self inflicted scourge of political correctness can blind so many otherwise intelligent people!

At the tender age of 69, my wife has convinced me I just can't use those harsh terms. I cannot and will not and I encourage even my friends, slash, enemies on the left, in the Democrat and liberal world, that we have got to be civil to each other.

[on the survivors of the Stoneman Douglas High School shooting] All you have to do now is not only feel sorry for the liars, but you have to go against them and pray to God that the lies can be crushed and the liars can be silenced so that real measures can be put into place to actually save children's lives. These poor children, I'm afraid to say this and it hurts me to say this, but the evidence is irrefutable, they have no soul.