My Appetite for Destruction: Sex & Drugs & Guns N' Roses
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From Steven Adler, the original drummer for Guns N’ Roses, comes My Appetite for Destruction, the inside story of GNR. Offering a different perspective from the bestselling Slash, Adler chronicles his life with the band, and own intense struggle with addiction, as seen on Dr. Drew’s Celebrity Rehab and Sober House.
Guns N’ Roses from 1985 to 1990. In 2003, he started Adler’s Appetite, with whom he released an EP and continues to perform live. He participated in the second season of VH1’s Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew and the premiere season of Sober House, a Celebrity Rehab spin-off focusing on a sober living environment. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Carolina Adler. LAWRENCE J. SPAGNOLA is active in film, music, and literature. He contributed to The Billings Collection, a tribute to Lem
know it as the intro for “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” What I loved was that Slash truly displayed his brilliance by not just using it as the intro but finding a way to thread that riff throughout, using it as the backbone of the entire song. At this point, however, we could count on one hand the number of rehearsals Axl had been to. He didn’t have a PA system back then so he never went to the studio to sing. Sometimes, he would sit just outside the studio door and sing along, but usually we would just
absolutely no way to explain the thrill of that experience. Hearing your song on the radio is one of those moments that gets seared on your soul. Slash just kind of chuckled while I went ballistic: “Yeah. Dude, that’s us!” As for the business end, it always seemed to take care of itself. Slash and I would hand out flyers day and night. We’d walk from the Hell House to the Strip, each taking one side of the street, and wallpaper that entire stretch with flyers. They were everywhere. There was a
“pre-high” addicts get right after they score but before they use, I’m experiencing a devastating “pre-crash” and I fucking hate it. If only I could find some way to maintain this intense natural high, I would never need drugs, never want drugs again. Guns N’ Roses gets a standing ovation, but as the Stones take the stage with “Start Me Up,” I’m already alone, tucked away in my trailer on the backstage lot with the door locked tight. Why? Because I’m the undisputed all-time booze-chugging,
stripper chick who was an extra on the set. She was a local, so we went back to her place. We smoked a little weed and she made us tea. I noticed that she had slipped a brown powder substance into my cup. I assumed it was some kind of spice or something. The last thing I remember, she had my head between her legs and was forcing my face against her groin. “Now I’ll show you how to eat pussy,” she purred. She was in control and I was floating, floating away on some silken cloud without a care in