Seven 9s and 10s

inthefade: (large) I dreamed about Axl last night. In the dream, he was chasing me on a freeway (on foot), throwing change at my back as he yelled at me. When he finally caught up with me, he was crying. Then there was something about Jesus and panda bears and November Rain and when Axl wiped his snotty nose on his sleeve, I told him to grow up and that’s when the taxi showed up and the dream went off on another tangent. Part of the dream comes from the discussion I had with a coworker yesterday about the sale figures of Chinese Democracy, and part comes from the letter -and loose change -  I sent to Axl last year at the behest of a site called Dear Rockers (which no longer exists), which wanted us to send five bucks to a musician whose music we may have procured illegally.  So I sent the letter in the photo to Axl Rose. It read: Dear Axl, There are a lot of musicians I could have sent this money to; people like Bob Mould or Henry Rollins or Robert Plant, whose music graced the mix tapes of my youth. But I figured out of all of them, you could probably use the money the most. Some day you will realize two things: 1) Slash was the heart of GnR, and 2) We all know that Chinese Democracy is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. When that happens, take this five bucks and buy a bottle of Night Train to see you through. Yours Truly, michele c.long island, NY P.S. I am giving it to you in change because that’s how bum wine should be bought. And then Chinese Democracy actually hit the stores and I apologized to him as such: So, even though Axl has still to apologize for The Spaghetti Incident, I do owe him an apology for that and, being the bigger man than him, I’ll actually say I am sorry I underestimated Mr. Rose’s ability to put this thing together in under 42 years, and not die in a gutter before it was ever released. After looking up the sales figures for Chinese Democracy this morning, I gave a little laugh at both the dismal numbers and the dream. And felt the need to tell you all about it. And probably review a GnR album today at TINP. Dear Michelle, I can’t explain how or why, but you write stuff and think stuff and it seems as though you’re living in my brain, because said stuff is exactly that which I think.  GET OUT OF MY HEAD Your friend in 1s & 0s, Steve L.

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I dreamed about Axl last night. In the dream, he was chasing me on a freeway (on foot), throwing change at my back as he yelled at me. When he finally caught up with me, he was crying. Then there was something about Jesus and panda bears and November Rain and when Axl wiped his snotty nose on his sleeve, I told him to grow up and that’s when the taxi showed up and the dream went off on another tangent.

Part of the dream comes from the discussion I had with a coworker yesterday about the sale figures of Chinese Democracy, and part comes from the letter -and loose change -  I sent to Axl last year at the behest of a site called Dear Rockers (which no longer exists), which wanted us to send five bucks to a musician whose music we may have procured illegally.  So I sent the letter in the photo to Axl Rose. It read:

Dear Axl,

There are a lot of musicians I could have sent this money to; people like Bob Mould or Henry Rollins or Robert Plant, whose music graced the mix tapes of my youth. But I figured out of all of them, you could probably use the money the most. Some day you will realize two things: 1) Slash was the heart of GnR, and 2) We all know that Chinese Democracy is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. When that happens, take this five bucks and buy a bottle of Night Train to see you through.

Yours Truly,

michele c.
long island, NY

P.S. I am giving it to you in change because that’s how bum wine should be bought.

And then Chinese Democracy actually hit the stores and I apologized to him as such:

So, even though Axl has still to apologize for The Spaghetti Incident, I do owe him an apology for that and, being the bigger man than him, I’ll actually say I am sorry I underestimated Mr. Rose’s ability to put this thing together in under 42 years, and not die in a gutter before it was ever released.

After looking up the sales figures for Chinese Democracy this morning, I gave a little laugh at both the dismal numbers and the dream. And felt the need to tell you all about it. And probably review a GnR album today at TINP.

Dear Michelle,

I can’t explain how or why, but you write stuff and think stuff and it seems as though you’re living in my brain, because said stuff is exactly that which I think.  GET OUT OF MY HEAD

Your friend in 1s & 0s,

Steve L.