let me start off by directing to you an editorial by the third estate sunday review. this is what i gave you a heads up to earlier. they don't name the person and i'll be respectful of their decision and keep my lips sealed as well. but i am sooooooooo dying to tell you who it was. don't know what i'm talking about? well get your ass over to the third estate now.
have you read the common ills today? i read it with interest but also the thought 'i am so never writing anything as long as the second or third entry.' more power to c.i. but i can't imagine ever having that much to say.
which, funny story, don't ever ask c.i. to help you with research. there's a point to this post and i'll get to it shortly but i asked c.i. for some assistance re: background on a topic.
and?
i'm flooded with research. i had e-mails of links, e-mails that c.i. typed up articles not available online, on and on.
i'm a piker, i make no pretenses.
but what i was looking at, what inspired the mountains of research, was a story in the arts section today of the new york times. they've practically written a book on the axel rose.
that's axel, not guns and roses.
the hype is supposed to paint him as the new brian wilson, troubled genius.
i guess the difference (1 the long, long, long article never points out) is that brian williams wrote songs people actually still sing and remember: 'wouldn't it be nice?,' 'help me rhonda,' 'barbara ann,' 'god only knows,' 'good vibrations,' 'california girls,' 'surfin' u.s.a.,' 'i get around,' and 'fun, fun, fun' among others.
and der axel? um. well. there's. uh. oh, 'sweet child o' mine!' there's 'sweet child o' mine!' and.
um. uh. 'live and let it die!' that's a great song. oh, yeah, paul mccartney wrote that. well, there's. eh. 'knocking on heaven's door!' that is an amazing song ... written by bob dylan. never mind. uh. oh! 'patience!' but izzy wrote that right?
yeah, him and brian wilson, song writing genius on an equal par.
not quite. not fucking quite.
some dumb ass wants to jerk off and juke all over my morning paper and the times wants to call this an article?
here's what our 'expert' failed to tell you. (the 'expert' is jeff leads.)
let's turn to my gal kat who was kind enough to share a condensed version of the group with me in an e-mail. (yes, that's kat of kat's korner.)
kat: guns n' roses hit the payday with appetite for destruction. largely due to the energy level, they became a group of the moment. by the time the ep comes out, they've already got problems. using the n-word doesn't help and axel's attempt at justifications of that and the homophobia only make things worse. i think it's around that time axel pleads for understanding because he was molested by a relative as a child. tough guys found that very off putting and started making butt fucking jokes about axel. if he was counting on understanding, he didn't understand that a number of his core supporters didn't want to hear it and aren't exactly enlightened types. and with '1 in a million' off the ep, they'd pretty much reduced themselves from being a group for every 1 to a group trying to maintain their core. there was the flare up about them being invited to performa at an aids benefit and that's not mentioned. there was the war the now old geezers attempted to start with kurt cobain & courtney love which further damaged the group. all of this is known and all of it is refelcted in the continued decline in sales for each album. the writer's got a hard on for axel. probably spent his not so long ago youth locked in his room and cursing his mother as a 'castrating bitch.' that's the audience for axel today. there were rumors about his beating women and that only cut into the prospetive audience all the more. by the time nirvana's riding high off nevermind, guns 'n roses are over and every 1 knows it but them. it's disgusting to read such a long piece as this with such lack of information. the guy's a wanker in the worst way. i mean jeff leeds but it actually applies to them both.
thank you kat. (and to be honest, i was hoping c.i. would break it down like that and not pile on the research. spoon feed me, please!)
i'm reading this and thinking 'i remember those days and this doesn't sound like anything i remember.' i remember axel making remarks onstage about how women fuck up 'our lives' and wondering why i let my boyfriend at the time talk me into going to this concert. every guy around me turns and does the macho glare to let me know they're with axel and i'm thinking, 'why the hell am i at this concert?' (no, it wasn't for sex. when i finally slept with that stoner of a boyfriend, he fired off prematurely and i spent the whole night lying to him that it was no big deal.)
only in the days of reagan-bush could axel be a star. he'd be smart to put out an album while the bully boy is in office since bush's cohorts might be in the mood for the mindless ravings a racist, sexist, homophobe.
here's something else i remembered that the times didn't tell you about, axel's return to performing as a fatty. when you've built your stage act on no shirt and bicycle pants, an alarming weight gain is a bit like going to see tina turner live and finding out that she'll be sitting on a stool for the entire performance.
i don't know what wet dreaming piece of crap music rag jeff leeds got his 'expertise' from but he doesn't know shit. and the times gives this piece of crap prime real estate on the front page of the arts section, a full page inside and then another 1/2 page inside.
all that space wasted on a man who can't musically get it up. someone who, when he still could get it up, didn't really do that much.
i mean if this is all because 1 album sold, well alanis morissette sold a ton of albums with jagged little pill. will we get an article on her this long any time soon? i mean 'u ought to know,' 'hand in my pocket,' 'ironic,' 'thank you,' 'uninvited' and others were hits and alanis wrote them.
oh wait. this kind of jerking off is reserved only for males. by males. it's the little thing that lets them get in touch with their inner desires for a man while pretending they're manly because 'axel is such a way awesome dude! i love you, man!'
not a good day for the times. if you saw the common ills you know that already. but you can pretty much pick through today's paper to find 1 embarrassing moment after another.
lastly, sherry e-mails that if any 1 hear feels the need to listen to the lizz winstead-less unfiltered tomorrow they should do so only as a drinking game. take a shot every time rachel squawks 'support the troops' and sherry swears you'll be hammered before the 1st hour is over. rachel maddow will kill any energy behind this weekend's events, mark my words.
