There’s an old saying amongst poker players, “If you can’t spot the fish, you are the fish.” My freelance music-business school courses depleted my settlement funds at a pace comparable to lighting up blunts using hundred dollar bills. I invested in the
Six days after Axl Rose departed L.A. Guns, Ronald Regan earned a second presidential term with the largest electoral vote landslide victory in United States history. Maybe it just seemed like it because I was nineteen, but times were good in a
The outstanding Ian Gillian, of Deep Purple fame, banded together with Black Sabbath to put out a kick-ass metal record, Born Again. A few weeks into 1984, Mike and me went to enjoy that evil shit live at the Long Beach Arena.
Shortly after 1982’s first hangover subsided, Ma’s kind friend, Robin, let me have her super-cheap, street-level, one-bedroom apartment. Three days before my seventeenth birthday, I got my own pad to come and go as I pleased. The place was a block from
Hello to all you memorabilia seekers. As I write this, it is July, 2026. Over the coming months, maybe even a
In 2019 I broke the Hollywood “dude-bro code” by publishing these two blogs. For those who got their panties-in-a-wad, I have
While I was still in the music business, I attempted to purchase a music rehearsal studio. I couldn’t secure financing, but
I don’t know if it was something I did or said, but Axl never again called or gave me his phone
After months of relentless touring, G N’ R earned themselves a little time off. At the start of 1988, they returned