Guns—effin’ Roses, played the soundtrack to my youth. In fact, the band was formed in the year of my birth. From Appetite for Destruction to the Chinese Democracy, I’ve obsessed over the swaying, screaming Axl Rose to the wailing, wah-wah pedal-stomping, guitar slinging Slash from track to track for more hours of my younger days than I care to admit.
But I’ll tell you this that when I dreamt of picking up the guitar, it was because of that scene from November Rain with Slash and his tobacco burst Gibson Les Paul outside of the church in the middle of some-arid-nowhere. Although, the first ever “lick” I managed to learn on the instrument was Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door. It was an easier feat (somewhat).
Skip now, from my wasted youth, to the 21st of June 2016, and an article on Forbes written by a certain friend of Revolution by the name of Elizabeth Doerr — editor-in-chief and co-founder of the site, Quill & Pad, in which she writes of Axl Rose having been spotted wearing an HYT Skull Maori during AC/DC’s recent European tour, where he was standing in for frontman Brian Johnson who had been having hearing issues.