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Sunday, 11 March 2007
Intimidated by your own work.
So, I'm meant to be doing some work today on my, very, very dull, course and i'm letting itunes do its thing, not really paying attention and then 'Sweet child o' mine' comes on and it blows me away. All of a sudden I'm 12 again, Axl is the most lusted after man on the planet and Slash is just cool personified.
I have to dig out the original album and it's just one great song after the other; "Welcome to the jungle", "Mr. Brownstone", Paradise city". This was the album they spent the rest of their entire careers trying to recreate. It is just perfect dirty rock n roll.
This album was the reason for a thousand leather jackets and a million dodgy eighties man-perms, and for countless teens to grab a guitar and start pounding on the fretboard like an epileptic gibbon.
I don't care that its success turned Axl into the biggest walking cock on the planet or that he felt the need to replace Slash with a guy with a kfc bucket on his head or that its taken him twelves years to 'perfect' the latest album. By the time he finishes it there may well actually be a 'Chinese Democracy'. But with the shadow of 'Appetite for Destruction' hanging over you, I'm not surprised.
Oh and don't get the greatest hits album. If you start listening to 'November rain' now it may be a future civilisation that has to turn off the player. That song lasts for aeons.
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