NEW YORK — Steven Tyler’s memoir has a million of ’em.

Like that night in 1978 when he blacked out on stage while singing “Reefer-Headed Woman.” Or when he and Aerosmith visited the White House on the day President Bill Clinton was impeached. Or that weird weekend with Keith Richards at Bing Crosby’s old house on Long Island. Everyone, Tyler writes, “was gacked to the nines on coke.”

The Associated Press purchased a copy of “Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?”, scheduled for release next week. Explicit and filled with expletives, it reads like an even wilder and louder version of Richards’ best-selling “Life.” Tyler, 63, settles back and tells story after story about life in the “most decadent, lecherous, sexiest, nastiest band in the land.”

Or as Tyler states it: “To snort or not to snort. That wasn’t even a question.”

Sober now, Tyler has been in rehab often enough that he lists the treatment facilities, eight of them, from Hazelden to the Betty Ford Center. Drugs were bad for his health, his spirit, his wallet. “I snorted my Porsche, I snorted my plane,” he confesses.

He writes briefly about joining “American Idol.” He was touring in France in June 2010 when he got a text from “Idol” judge Kara DioGuardi wondering if he wanted to give the show a try. “Like a dummy,” Tyler recalls, he asked only how high were the ratings. Very high. His inner voice tells him, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

Tyler signed on before telling the band. He remembers Perry barging into his dressing room, furious that he learned about it from the press. But that’s all “water under the bridge,” Tyler says. The tour was “beyond successful” and if he bombs on “Idol” he still has a day job, “And, boy, what a day job I got!”