Before we get into the specifics of November Rain, let’s meet the players.
This is Axl Rose. Many years ago he arrived in L.A. a naïve young hayseed with a fondness for wheat stalks and eye make-up.
He was quickly corrupted by the city, or “jungle,” where sin and temptation were around every corner. For example, look at this steamy billboard:
I mean, that billboard alone could turn any innocent youngster from this:
into this:
Axl has been accused of being homophobic, but I just don’t see how that’s possible.
He’s the singer in the band, but sometimes he prefers to whistle.
He’s terribly afraid of being hit by a foul ball, so he always wears a chest protector on stage.
By 1988 Axl’s persona couldn’t have been further from that hick that stepped off the bus. Look at him. The quintessential rock star.
Like Mick and Keith rolled into one. Like a less effeminate Robert Plant. Like a more dangerous Steven Tyler.
Yep, he was one cool guy. A totally….authentic…
rocker... and...
What the hell?
Okay, so his coolness didn’t even last as long as the George Bush administration. Around the release of the multi-platinum albums Use Your Illusion I and II he turned from bad-ass rocker to pompous douche bag. This is also around the same time he started dating Victoria’s Secret model Stephanie Seymour, the second character in our story.
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