“Slash, you look terrible. Is the hat magic or something?”
“Bobby, I’m not Slash.”
“Currently?”
“Ever.”
“Ah. Were you a part of his combo?”
“No, I was in Jane’s Addiction. We were nothing like Guns N’ Roses, except musically and aesthetically and we liked heroin, too. They dated Playmates and Pets and supermodels, and we dated chicks with Betty Page haircuts who lived in Venice. Huge difference.”
“Sure, sure. And, uh, you boys played that real aggressive-type music, too?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“That was banned in the van. Heavy mental records. We’d rotate who got to choose the tape, and Billy would pick these godawful thrashing bands. And, uh, it would get him too excited. There were a number of incidents. You ever hear of Krokus?”
“I’ve heard of Krokus.”
“Billy loved Krokus. No one understood it. We had a ‘live and let live’ policy, but you’re over the line when you’re blasting Krokus and roundhouse kicking Brent.”
“Sure.”
“It’s a morale-killer.”
OR
My, Perry looks well-rested.
Tennessee jed, just admit it
Otherwise I got nothing.
Yeah, there’s not much to work with. Jane’s only had two albums, and they were short.
Never thought I’d see Perry with plastic surgery