With all this craziness going around, it's perfectly fitting that today is the birthday of none other than one W. Axl Rose. Can you believe it's number 46?!! Damn! It seems like just yesterday he was old at heart, but only 28.
I don't wanna celebrate this historic day by thinking about botox, braids, or democracy in China.
Instead let's go back in time to 1988 when Axl was the hottest living creature on Earth and watch GN'R perform my favorite song of all time, Rocket Queen, at their now legendary concert at the Ritz.
This is classic old-school GN'R and classic Axl. You can see the beginnings of what would come to be. Like when Axl just decides to walk away instead of singing the second verse. The band looks around for him and quizzingly at each other, but continue to play on, because they know.
Then all of sudden, there's Axl again! Relief! He just needed a ciggy, and Slash can't stay mad for long because Axl was kind enough to get one for him too.
(It's also interesting to note that Axl completely ignores the stagecrashers and lets security take care of them.)
So everything's moving along again and the song goes into the awesome ending and Axl nails the hell out of it, all the while looking like sex that would be worth the STD's and you totally forget about the whole second verse thing.
Until he throws his microphone down and does it again.
But you know he'll come back and you'll forget again.
And that is the magic of Axl Rose.
Happy Birthday you amazing batshit motherfucker!
P.S. - Happy birthday also to Duff (Feb 5th). I apologize for only remembering your birthday because it's the day before Axl's, but hell--I don't remember that many birthdays of people I actually know!
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