The first time I heard the stomp of ‘Paradise City’ was the moment I thought this rock and roll stuff might be for me.  It was a long walk round to cementing that opinion, with a little detour through emo, but it turned out to be a good assumption and the rest of my life was shaped.  Yet, for the last few years, I have not given a shit about Guns ‘N’ Roses.  I have no time for Axl’s crap and while I still listen to the music, Chinese Democracy being the obvious exception because who can be arsed, the idea of them as a live entity held nothing for me.  Because again, who can be arsed?

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