Shortly after Appetite For Destruction was released in 1987, I went back to the small Mom & Pop CD shop called Sound Ideas that I used to frequent and wanted to find a copy of Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide to add to my collection. Needless to say, that wasn’t going to be the case. We didn’t have instant access to information like we do today. Everything kids knew about music either came from MTV or from reading magazines like Circus and Hit Parade. Come to think of it, they may have the same interview printed in different magazines…just changing the name of the author and moving a few sentences around here and there. Turns out, I would have an easier time finding a bagel in haystack than I would the original EP.
Or so I thought.
When news of Guns & Roses coming out with another album a little over a year after they released the multi-platinum Appetite…it seemed that it was every teenager’s wet dream to get there hands on a copy. Every week I would go to Sound Ideas and ask when the new album was expected to come out. I was relentless until I found out the information I needed. By this time, I think I had a pretty good corner on the market of mowing my neighbors’ yards on a consistent basis. Saving up my cash for CDs and the occasional Friday night trip to Denny’s, that’s pretty much all I spent my money on. Back then, movies were cheap and you could get change from a $20 bill after filling up your gas tank.
Day of release comes around and I headed to Sound Ideas after school. The anticipation was killing me for the new album to come out. I had no idea what was going to be on it. I had avoided the magazine articles so I could be surprised. At the time, CDs still came in the cardboard long-boxes and I would hang them on my wall at home like mini-posters. Running into the store, I could see the tabloid style artwork and big letters “G N R LIES” across the top.
I flipped to the back of the box to see the track listing, and there it was, Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide. I was finally going to hear the beginnings of the band! I didn’t care that there was only 8 tracks on the album…4 old ones and 4 new ones, I plunked down my cash on the counter and headed for home.
As soon as I got home, I put the cover of the cardboard box on my wall, grabbed the liner notes and put the CD into my CD player. After pushing play, I was like a kid in a candy store listening to the EP. It was rock, hard. I was rock hard. I almost skipped through the songs to get to the new stuff, but I was good and waited until they came on by themselves.
I must’ve listened to the album 100 times that first weekend. Even when my Dad came in and questioned me on what I was listening to. After he saw the artwork that had “She took my sperm without permission”, he and Mom talked about the stuff I was listening to with me. It always seems so uncool when parents try and be hip. Thinking that you may not understand what you’re listening to or that it may be too mature for your young ears. All the while, you’re thinking, “OK, got it. What can I say that will make you go away so I can get back to listening to my music in the comfort of my own headspace?”
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