Wednesday, May 23, 2007

And I Still Listen To It, Too!

Last night, I died and went to Heaven. Why? Because I was 50 feet away from the rockin-est band around today- VELVET fucking REVOLVER!!!!!! (see a review here)

They kicked ASS at the Nokia Theatre (in Times Square) and I couldn't think of a better place to ring in my 32nd birthday- in a crowded venue with my friends, some beer, a lil weed and loud-as-fuck, gets-deep-into-your-soul, makes-you-want-to-strip-down-naked-and-dance music.

I've been a fan of the GNR guys and STP for a long time, and when they decided to merge and form this uber-band, well, I just finally realized my reason for living! As an adolescent it was GNR's "Welcome to the Jungle" that kept me from climbing clock towers with an AK-47, believe it or not. Something about Axl's anger and Slash's crazy guitar melodies always found a way to calm my soul.

And now I can say that it's VR's "Fall To Pieces" and "Illegal I Song" that will hopefully keep me out of that proverbial Orange Jumpsuit. Those songs are just so raw and intense, why, a girl just can't help but find peace in their lyrics.

I'd like to thank Dom and Lani for coming and experiencing the amazing-ness that is Slash with me. Even though the tickets were a little more than we wanted to pay and especially after my absent-mindedness almost made us miss it!

I'd like to thank Minerva for giving me the ticket as a Mother's day/birthday gift. Even though I pester her with Slash and John Cusack stories until she's ready to burst from pure frustration ;)

I'd like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Hudson for giving birth to that sexy guitar GOD that I've been lusting after since 1988 when I first heard the opening riff to "Sweet Child O' Mine."

And I'd like to thank Duff for helping Scott get clean long enough to make some sweet-ass music. No one slides across that stage like my boy Scott!

The night was pretty summed up for me when Scott yelled into the mic, "We're Velvet Revolver and we still play rock and mother fucking roll!" After that, I knew it was gonna be a good night...

*smooches...with a hangover and some ringing in my ear*
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?