Slash
Slash with Anthony Bozza
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Copyright © 2007 by Dik Hayd International, LLC.
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Source ISBN: 9780007257751
Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2007 ISBN: 9780007481033
Version: 2018-08-23
To my loving family, for all their support through the good times and the bad
And to Guns N’ Roses fans everywhere, old and new; with out their undying loyalty and limitless patience, none of this would matter
Copyright
Introduction
1. Stoked
2. Twenty-Inch-High Hooligans
3. How to Play Rock-and-Roll Guitar
4. Education High
5. Least Likely to Succeed
6. You Learn to Live Like an Animal
7. Appetite for Dysfunction
8. Off to the Races
Photographic Insert
9. Don’t Try This at Home
10. Humpty Dumpty
11. Choose Your Illusion
12.
Breakdown13. Coming Up for Air
If Memory Serves
Photography Credits
About the Authors
Credits
About the Publisher
Having Considered All Things
It felt like a baseball bat to my chest, but one swung from the inside. Clear blue spots lit up the corners of my vision. It was abrupt, bloodless, silent violence. Nothing was visibly broken, nothing had changed to the naked eye, but the pain made my world stand still. I kept playing; I finished the song. The audience didn’t know that my heart had done a somersault just before the solo. My body had delivered its karmic retribution; reminding me, onstage, of how many times I’d intentionally served it up a similar loop-de-loop.
The jolt quickly became a dull ache that almost felt good. In any case, I felt more alive than I had a moment before, because I was more alive. The machine in my heart had reminded me of just how precious this life is. Its timing was impeccable: with a full house in front of me, while I played my guitar, I got the message loud and clear. I got it a few times that night. And I got it every time I was onstage for the rest of that tour, though I never knew when it was coming.