Last night Guns N' Roses were in town. As much as I wanted to relive the memories of a time gone by, I was unable to drag myself to the Rosemount Horizon to check out Axl and his kareoke backup band.
Let me get this straight. Of all the bands in all the periods of my life, I never liked anyone as much as I liked GNR. I wore the T-shirts, I bought the albums, I watched the videos, I went to the concerts. They were my absolute favorite.
I still think that "Double Talkin' Jive" and "My Michelle" have their place in the pantheon of Rock classics.
I go onto YouTube and check out some wonderful historical documents.
But, you have to let the past lie. There's no point in spoiling old memories by watching a bastardization of the past.
Let me get this straight. Of all the bands in all the periods of my life, I never liked anyone as much as I liked GNR. I wore the T-shirts, I bought the albums, I watched the videos, I went to the concerts. They were my absolute favorite.
I still think that "Double Talkin' Jive" and "My Michelle" have their place in the pantheon of Rock classics.
I go onto YouTube and check out some wonderful historical documents.
But, you have to let the past lie. There's no point in spoiling old memories by watching a bastardization of the past.
You're in the jungle, remember? You're going to diiiieeeee.
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