This song has been playing in the back of my head all week. I’ve been saving it up until Friday, when I needed it most.
It does make me wonder, though: is it really possible to love Guns and Roses without a feeling of irony or faint embarrassment? I think Jason can, but he’s certainly one of the few people I’ve met who can approach their appreciation of GnR honestly. Me? I just filter it all through nostalgia as a defense mechanism…
