My Open Letter To Axl Rose:
Amidst all the chatter concerning your declining induction into the Hall of Fame, I'd like to tell you something from the heart.
**** you, Axl.
We get it. There are politics and stupidity behind the scenes that we don't know about.
Maybe the other guys in the band weren't as receptive to your creative desires as you wanted.
Maybe the label wanted you to compromise your standards.
Yeah, it's political crap that surrounds the Rock 'N' Roll Hall Of Fame and, if you'd showed up and actually played, you probably wouldn't see a dime of the HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of dollars in revenue the HoF stands to make.
Yeah, we know it's rough to have your last artistic effort, Chinese Democracy, be ripped to shreds in the light of public opinion before it was ever released.
But you owe us. You wanted to make art. And you wanted us to supply you with money to make that art.
We held up our end of the deal. You did, for the most part. Not how we liked, but we still sold out a few of your shows in this country and the world to say 'thanks.'
And now, when we choose to honor you in the biggest way we know how you lecture us and beg off like we were the ones that contributed to your downfall.
Ok. Now I hope we do. I hope you never sell another track on I-Tunes. I hope your concerts go dark. And I hope you go so broke getting your hair braided and burning up studio time that you have to beg on the streets to get a biscuit.
After all the beauty and magic you made with those other crazy, broken, talended men you turned on us like we are the enemy. So now, I am yours.
**** you, Axl.
The Mighty Mighty Spandaniel