Sheer Madness...
While Paul was busy stalking Prince Fielder and wondering when Ben Sheets is getting of the DL, I attended the Gun n' Roses show Monday Night at Hammerstein. Simply put, Axl was incredible. From the gigantic fireballs to the gigantic songs, the show was so epic that I didnt even mind the borrowing solos that gave axl time to catch his breath offstage. But don't take my word for it, after all, I go gay for eddie vedder. Instead read what my partner in crime, H-Wall had to say in her guest blog debut...
Monday, May 15th, 2006, I was witness to the revival of an iconic American craze. Hammerstein hosted Guns and Roses for what was a much anticipated, much criticized fire blowout of rock fantasy.
Having been raised banging heads with my sis to everything that was metal rock in the 80's and 90's, I was enraptured, to say the least, by Mr. Axl Rose. Say what you want about him, just don't say it in my house. The man is candy. With strawberry blonde corn rows, black shades, a black leather shirt and jeans on, he came out to "Welcome to the Jungle." Although his look has changed much since the skinny, teased blonde we watched slink off the bus and fondle LA hookers way back when, he still mastered the stage, and hypnotized his fans.
His insanity has not changed a pinch. The rumors get crazier and crazier and I eat them up like jawbreakers.
Back to the show. Yaps and myself were super pumped anyway, and so when Axl gave us "Live and Let Die" and "Knockin on Heaven's Door," our spirits were lifted like a coke whore discovering crack. Then, running up from the bathroom for "Sweet Child of Mine," I spilled some of my fresh beer on the steps in front of me, as well as on my face. Then, slipping on it, flung the rest of the beer all over the rest of my face, and my bandana. Yaps saw all of this. I told him he should pour the rest of his beer on his own face. He seriously considered this for about three seconds.
I didn't think they would play my #1 favorite tune "You Could Be Mine" and they did. I didn't think Axl's voice would sound as spellbinding as ever, and it did. I certainly did not think I would ever in my life see any of these songs live, and so falling in love with "Patience" and "November Rain" for the 80batrillionth time was the ultimate in how shocking rock n roll can be....when you need it the most.
The guitarist were OK. They were stoked to be up there, so that was fun to see, but in the middle of "November Rain" (while singing every single word with Axl) when Slash would have come in, my heart sank a little and Yaps and I made the face we make when shit ain't cool.
Sebastian Bach sang "My Michelle," which made me feel CRAZY. Dizzy came on to stroke the piano, which was truly beautiful. Axl's piano strokes were hardcore and the faces he makes are better then ever. Take that in for a moment. Better. Than. Ever.
I don't want to mention the new songs, since I didn't care for them that much, but I will say that there were some major hardcore fans in there who knew all the words and I thought that was badass.
The fact that Johnny Depp was there on the same night as us makes me really really happy. I can only hope he and Axl partied straight after.
Alas, Yaps and I did not hunt for Axl afterwards. And alas, I did not rush the stage or get arrested. BUT, in my heart, the music affected me in the way it always and forever has, in that it makes me feel like a criminal, like a ghost, like a tied up magician man, like a fiend on the run, with sweat in my hair and death in my boots. My edge, my drug, my everything wrong & dangerous, all that you can love about the terror in yourself, capped off with a gun and a rose, oh how I wish it was that night tonight....
Monday, May 15th, 2006, I was witness to the revival of an iconic American craze. Hammerstein hosted Guns and Roses for what was a much anticipated, much criticized fire blowout of rock fantasy.
Having been raised banging heads with my sis to everything that was metal rock in the 80's and 90's, I was enraptured, to say the least, by Mr. Axl Rose. Say what you want about him, just don't say it in my house. The man is candy. With strawberry blonde corn rows, black shades, a black leather shirt and jeans on, he came out to "Welcome to the Jungle." Although his look has changed much since the skinny, teased blonde we watched slink off the bus and fondle LA hookers way back when, he still mastered the stage, and hypnotized his fans.
His insanity has not changed a pinch. The rumors get crazier and crazier and I eat them up like jawbreakers.
Back to the show. Yaps and myself were super pumped anyway, and so when Axl gave us "Live and Let Die" and "Knockin on Heaven's Door," our spirits were lifted like a coke whore discovering crack. Then, running up from the bathroom for "Sweet Child of Mine," I spilled some of my fresh beer on the steps in front of me, as well as on my face. Then, slipping on it, flung the rest of the beer all over the rest of my face, and my bandana. Yaps saw all of this. I told him he should pour the rest of his beer on his own face. He seriously considered this for about three seconds.
I didn't think they would play my #1 favorite tune "You Could Be Mine" and they did. I didn't think Axl's voice would sound as spellbinding as ever, and it did. I certainly did not think I would ever in my life see any of these songs live, and so falling in love with "Patience" and "November Rain" for the 80batrillionth time was the ultimate in how shocking rock n roll can be....when you need it the most.
The guitarist were OK. They were stoked to be up there, so that was fun to see, but in the middle of "November Rain" (while singing every single word with Axl) when Slash would have come in, my heart sank a little and Yaps and I made the face we make when shit ain't cool.
Sebastian Bach sang "My Michelle," which made me feel CRAZY. Dizzy came on to stroke the piano, which was truly beautiful. Axl's piano strokes were hardcore and the faces he makes are better then ever. Take that in for a moment. Better. Than. Ever.
I don't want to mention the new songs, since I didn't care for them that much, but I will say that there were some major hardcore fans in there who knew all the words and I thought that was badass.
The fact that Johnny Depp was there on the same night as us makes me really really happy. I can only hope he and Axl partied straight after.
Alas, Yaps and I did not hunt for Axl afterwards. And alas, I did not rush the stage or get arrested. BUT, in my heart, the music affected me in the way it always and forever has, in that it makes me feel like a criminal, like a ghost, like a tied up magician man, like a fiend on the run, with sweat in my hair and death in my boots. My edge, my drug, my everything wrong & dangerous, all that you can love about the terror in yourself, capped off with a gun and a rose, oh how I wish it was that night tonight....
9 Comments:
tom, i get upset when people rag on you, but what the fuck is this?? and what the fuck is it going to take to get you to double space, use proper punctuation and a fucking shift key? shit man... fuck.
and who is this person. don't make me suspend your ass.
HOnestly Yaps, you are terrible and you stink.
How could you slap Slash int eh face like that by calling anything without him "Guns n Roses".
YOu should quit while you're ahead...but i dont really think you've ever been ahead.
Thanks for the reprimand buddy...you should call yourself jaytight. and grammar police? really? and, where the fuck were you last night? we formed a band! seriously, I have to talk to you about something important so hit me up when you get a chance. And Bothe, go fucking weld an ipod or something. douchebag.
Wow. This is incredible. This is my favorite music blog. Yaps, your style is hot hot hot and I am really into this guest blogger.
we don't look to be anyone's favorite. no one likes a favorite
Jay, I dont think you or your website are goign to run the risk of being anypne's favorite
Actually, YAPS is my favorite. Jay is lame. He needs music therapy. And cool lessons. YAPS and his guest blogs are ON POINT BITCHES!!!!
Yaps, just because you praise yourself with these "anonymous" comments, doesn't mean we can't see through that shit.
whatever...
axl got karate chopped by that fag hilfiger... axls lucky tommy didnt bruce lee that terrible face lift...
fine i own boxers with tommys signature americana style...but still... fuck axl, and china has has democracy like axl has talent...
and the fact he has a sylist that gives him advice on cornrows and football jerseys is too much for my appetite...he is one child urination from rkelly
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