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Now, now. I'm sure DFA is a much bigger and better flamer than you. Good Call. Thank you Jaxl Morrison for pointing out me making an ass out of myself. It's what I do best. Well, next to building things with my erector set and beating up my little brother.

Haha, you called yourself a flamer.

I can't believe I am sober for this. So hungry though.......hey look, Tacos!

That just gave me an erection in terror.

I thought it was about Izzy's dog, but I dunno. Axl said something about it being about "when you boyfriend or girlfriend is a real fuckin pain in the ass, and you wanna cut off their fucking head and stick in a bag and bury in in the backyard."

Wearing a bandanna doesn't mean you're mocking Axl Rose. Now if he came out in a football jersey and braids, then we'd have something.

Re-Use Your Illusion Posted by: SpinOnline on Wednesday, June 25, 2003 - 01:58 PM Why is Axl Rose eating Eminem's soul? Here's the thing about modern teenagers: They like rap. It speaks to them. Rap music (sometimes referred to as "hip-hop" by sociologists) offers today's youth a sense of urgency and desperation not seen since the "heyday" of late-'70s punk-rock artists like the Clash and Boston. This phenomenon is best illustrated through the work of a popular Caucasian known as Eminem, a man who spent much of 2002 as the unsmiling cover boy for youth-oriented magazines such as Spin, The Face, and The New York Times Magazine. It would seem that Eminem is a new kind of cultural Minotaur: the irrepressible cad who flouts society's conventions by candidly critiquing pop culture and sporadically threatening to murder people. It all seems quite innovative. Yet this is not as you may suspect, true believers. This has been done before. In fact, this has completely been done before, because Eminem is Axl Rose. And I don't mean Eminem is like Axl Rose in a metaphorical sense or in a philosophical sense or in an allegorical sense; Eminem is literally reliving Rose's career in bizarre, hyper-specific ways. My proof: Both hail from the Midwest and express violent anger toward their mothers (Rose on Guns N' Roses' "Bad Obsession," Eminem on pretty much every track he's ever recorded). Both reappropriated their given names for reasons that were simultaneously personal and aesthetic (Rose renamed himself after discovering the identity of his "real" father; Eminem titled his most visceral album after his legal name to make it more "real" to listeners). Both have been critically reviled as homophobic, yet both seem vaguely obsessed and/or connected with gay culture (Rose once sent flowers to the Pet Shop Boys, who later sang the song "The Night I Fell in Love," about a Shady-like character). Both artists were also defended by Elton John, who performed with each at high-profile awards shows. Both are fixated on burying women in the backyard (Rose in the GN'R song "Used to Love Her," Eminem in the video for "Cleanin' Out My Closet"). Both attacked seemingly innocuous enemies (Axl went after the likes of Vince Neil and Spin founder Bob Guccione Jr.; Em went after Moby and Chris Kirkpatrick). Both sing about abusing "bitches" they were romantically involved with (Rose on "It's So Easy," Slim Shady on "Kim"). Both are diminutive white males who, after discovering weight training, suddenly wanted to appear shirtless in public. So what do these "coincidences" tell us, beyond suggesting that Eminem soon will disappear into the Sedona desert for ten years before emerging with a band featuring some dude wearing a KFC bucket? Perhaps they tell us this: What always survives the evolution of culture, and what tends to be replicated most closely by subsequent generations, is inexplicable--a manifestation of fucked-up alienation. Logic would dictate that commercial success comes from creating a product that people can relate to. But cultural success--the ability to exist as an idea, years after your tangible work has lost its relevance--derives from embodying a persona that almost nobody can relate to. Somehow, the marriage of weirdness and bad judgment is its own kind of eternal reality. Case in point: Justin Timberlake. When J.T. performed in that stupid detective's hat at last year's MTV Video Music Awards, everyone's reaction was the same: "Oh, how cute--he wants to be Michael Jackson." I can't believe that more people weren't aghast that someone actively wants to be Michael Jackson. At this point, Jackson is no different from Howard Hughes: His life's work has been completely dwarfed by his desire to lie in hyperbaric oxygen chambers and collect the bones of the Elephant Man (not to mention his being accused of child molestation and calling Sony racist for allowing him to sell only 58 million albums). No rational person views Jackson as anything except a freakish example of why profound celebrity is the worst thing that can happen to anyone. Yet people like Timberlake (and like Eminem) still aspire to that kind of public self-destruction, because that kind of losing is actually how you win. And that's because profound celebrity is always less disposable than art. Eminem and Axl article

I wanna be the soldier with the shaky hands and a drinking problem. I'm in.

I wish to be a part of the lesser brand that encourages racism.

They'll keep it up too, cause Loder has a hardon for Axl. Upon second viewing, he doesn't look like Axl at all, just the bandanna. Let's see if he does that "snakedance" deal that Axl was known for.

That shit's liquid GOLD On a side note, at a graduation party I will be attending tonight, there is nothing but Budweiser and Coor's Light. I hate em both, so I have a solution. Everytime I get up to get a beer, I will get one of each, just to punish myself. Hopefully this will all end in some drunken karaoke.

Did Stapp get fat and grow a beard yet?

Guns N Roses "Patience" or "Yesterdays" The Doors "Indian Summer" Led Zeppelin "Hey Hey What Can I Do" or "Thank You"

Pacey still fuckin rules.

I wouldn't mind seeing him on the Eagles. It's got that sideshow aspect to it that's always fun.

Foley>Honky Tonk Man One is a best selling author who will be remembered forever by wrestling fans as a legend, and one is an out of shape broke jobber who will be remembered forever as a guy pushed because of his friends. Shut up moron.

I've finally done it. My car dying was the best thing that ever happened to me, because my post count shot up so quickly and now I deserve a celebration! So, don't hesitate to tell me how great I am, because remember.......this is my day! Not yours!

What sites? That seems a little out of character for him. Check MyGNRForum.com, I think they have a thread about it. Oh, and being my typical asshole self, when Buckethead was in GNR, he was great. Now that he is not, he sucks. See how that works?

Ugh. The only liquor I refuse to touch, and I am a professional drinker. It's.Just.AWFUL! But who knows, maybe I haven't done it right. Body shots are always a fun activity, or so I hear.

I want to hear about the apartment complex burning down. As far as my best story goes........it was July 3rd of last year. That's the anniversary of Jim Morrison's death, and every year I try to get extra wasted on some Bushmill's Irish Whiskey to celebrate. There was a party at my friend's house, and of course said friend is one of those guys who is always pushing you to drink a little more, take another hit, etc. etc. while doing none of that himself. So, every so often he's pulling the old "You won't chug that whiskey, you're a pussy." Being the weak human being that I am, I of course had to prove him wrong. So, after basically the entire 5th was gone, and after several beer bongs, it was time to go home, but not before falling into a wall in front of a few girls of course. After a dumbass move of jumping off his porch into a bush out front, I'm outta there. Me and my friend Chief went back to my house, he sat on the internet, and I laid on the couch upstairs. I then got the brilliant idea that I should watch my Doors movie DVD, but the DVD player in the living room was broken. So, I of course, decide to drive back over to my friend's house, even though they have told me not to. I sneak out the front way so Chief can't take my keys. I start to drive up my alley, doing about 60 most likely, and of course, WHAM! I smash into a car parked at the top. My head crashes into the steering wheel, leaving me a concussed, drunken mess. I back up, and drive back down my street, and park the car like nothing ever happened. As I am getting out of the car to inspect the damage, a neighbor of mine that I used to hang out with comes down, and basically says "Jay, you've gotta come with me." Apparently it was his car I smashed into, and if it wasn't parked where it was, I would've went straight into the brick side of a building. Anyways, I don't know what me walking up to his car had to do with anything. I'm in a daze, and all I know is I feel like an idiot, because I fucked that car up bad, and his parents are outside, along with other random neighbors. So, I start walking back down the alley, where the cops have gathered around my car. Chief was called outta the house, and he looks completely dumbfounded as I approach. This is where I rely on his version of the story, because obviously, I fucking forget. Apparently, I walk down with my hands in my pockets, and whistling! I walk up to the cops, and go, "Man, what the hell happened here boys?" They of course, can figure out who I am by the spreading bruise on my forehead and the stink of whiskey in the air. They ask me if I smashed into the car, I respond "I don't know." I answer every one of their questions with "I don't know" to which one of the cops gets completely frustrated and goes "There's still fucking paint chips falling off your bumper!" One of the cops asks me to go inside and get my dad, who they all knew because he used to be a firefighter. "Maybe he can tell us if the car has always looked like this." So, I of course, make like I am walking around to the front of the house, and take the fuck off, lol. I run down my street, make my way down to a creek and fall asleep in some bushes, most likely surrounded by rats and several species of bugs. I wake up and sneak in my house, fall asleep in my closet, which is just full of random weights btw. I wake up with a raging case of poison ivy on my legs, and a lesson learned. ALWAYS RUN FROM THE COPS! Since I ran, they couldn't nail me for D.U.I. Actually, all I got was a moving violation, due to the cops being under the impression (that I gave them) that I was joining the army. They've been gunning for my since I never enlisted, but oh well. On a side note, to this day, Chief swears up and down there was someone else in the car with me when I pulled back up after the accident. I know for a fact that there wasn't. But said gentleman was supposedly wearing a white t shirt and jeans. Sorta long hair and a beard. Now, I don't hang out with anyone fitting this description anyways, so I have just always gone with that story that it was Jim Morrison's ghost. Makes it more fun. We'll see what happens this July 3rd

The Doors "The Future Ain't What It Used To Be" Starts off with "Break On Through" from the Isle Of Wight, just a great version of this song, then settles down with covers of "Rock Me" and "Money", with the former being exceptionally good. A never released song "Someday Soon" follows, as well as versions of "Summer's Almost Gone" "Hello I Love You" and "Go Insane" from their original demos. A couple of Morrison poetry/improvisations are on the CD as well, "Mental Floss" and "Adolph Hitler". Not bad, good to hear if you're a Morrison fan. Songs 11-15 are what makes the album great though. Superb versions of "The Crystal Ship" and "I Can't See Your Face In My Mind" run back to back, I believe from a live performance at The Matrix in 67. Morrison's voice was still in top shape at that point. Then a version of "The Soft Parade" from a PBS television special, the only work the Doors could find for a while after Morrison's alleged indecency in Miami. Just a blistering version of one of their finest songs, no strings, just organ and guitar, and that makes it much, much better. Morrison's delivery really makes the song. Finally, "Tightrope Ride" the only decent post-Morrison Doors song to come out, with Manzarek on vocals. Interesting stuff, and finally "Orange County Suite", a song carrying the record industry's tradition of new material with dead singers. This was a song Morrison wanted on the "Morrison Hotel" album, but the other band members balked. Now that they were starving for material, they took a recording he made of it, just vocals and piano, and added drums and guitar to it. It's a damn good song, a little slow, but it was good at the time to have a new Doors song to enjoy. Recommended downloads: "The Soft Parade" (Live) and "Orange County Suite".

Yeah you're right. "Here comes the water/To wash away the sins of you and I". Brilliance......... The guy's so burnt out he has no idea what he is even saying anymore.

I definitely marked out for the use of "14 Years" by The Kid. Good shit. Weilland can suck my dick, the man looks ridiculous these days, and his lame ass lyrics don't help matters. Try listening to "Fall To Pieces" by Revolver without laughing your ass off. As for Chinese Democracy, I've lost faith in it. Axl is doing an interview with a couple GNR fan sites supposedly though, but I'm sure he'll be vague and allude to "taking it to the next level" and "hoping to announce a release date shortly". This is all Buckethead's fault.........

Bad girl pop star Pink has shocked the rock world on several occassions during her brief music career. Making out with Tommy Lee and Kristanna Loken, writing songs about her abusive family life, but the girl with the ever changing hair color has apparently topped her pop rivals with her latest move - convincing the controversial Axl Rose to sing on her upcoming remake of the Bonnie Tyler classic Total Eclipse of the Heart, for the Wes Craven movie Cursed, starring Christina Ricci. The two projects share a similar history. Rose has been promising the release of his next CD, Chinese Democracy, for several years now while Craven's Cursed was originally scheduled to come out last summer but was pulled, shelved, then reworked to change the structure of the film and is now supposed to come out this summer. "I'm lucky he didn't arrest me and he probably only agreed to do it to get rid of me!," Pink said of her recent time spend with Rose. It was the typical hollywood story. A friend of a friend of a member of Pink's management staff happened to run into Axl at a grocery store of all places, and when the red-haired elusive rocker mentioned that he enjoyed Pink's music the wheels started rolling. Once the message was passed on to Pink, who fits more into the Aerosmith and Kid Rock area than with pop princesses Britney and Christina, she became obsessed with contacting him. After finding out where Rose and his new version of Guns N Roses were recording, Pink showed up unnounced at the studio. "I practically had to bribe the security guard to let me in," the outspoken Pink laughed. "And then I practically had to blow Axl to get him to sing for me! But it's Axl fucking Rose." While not really a duet, Rose just sings backing vocals on the song, Pink was clearly stoked to have Rose performing on her album. "He's just singing the part at the beginning . . . a couple 'turn arounds' and 'turn around bright eyes' and then he goes off a bit later in the song, but we're not sure how it's all going to fit together yet. I can assure you though, it'll be fucking amazing. It's such a beautiful, touching song. Then you throw in Axl's growl and it's going to blow you away." Pink said she showed up and begged Rose to sing on one of her two songs for the movie. "I thought for sure he'd do D'yer, but he said that'd be too expected, so he added his vocals to Eclipse. I'm still in shock he decided to do it." Pink said Axl only agreed to do the song on one condition . . . that she not talk about what she heard him doing in the studio. "I swore on my life I wouldn't talk about what I heard, but I have to tell you guys it kicked ass. I only heard parts of two songs and they both gave me the same goosebumps I had the first time I heard Welcome. Fucking guy was hitting notes that I can't even reach." When asked why she decided to cover the Tyler classic, Pink lit up a cigarette, chuckled and responded. "Dude, have you heard Jessica Simpson's version of You Take My Breath Away," she responded shaking her head. No other words needed to be said. Pink is also covering Led Zepplin's D'Yer Maker for the movie. I got this off of a GNR message board. There's no source, so it's probably bullshit, but I still thought it was cool enough to post.

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