Axl Rose is probably my favorite singer of all time. Guns N Roses first four CD’s rock, I even love the Spaghetti Incident. Let’s face it, though, he is a complete dick. He used to show up hours late, fight people in the crowd, kick people out of the band, etc. People put up with his bullshit because the band was so kick ass.
I have never been late to a gig ever (I missed one once, after the guy cancelled the monthly show the month before and never called me. I drove 45 minutes…Ooops! No show! No pay! I don’t exactly feel bad about missing the next month’s laughfest.) I showed up 35 minutes early for my show last week. Me: “We start at 8, right?” Barkeep: “No, 9.” Me: “The email said 8.” Barkeep: “Oh, we know you guys can be late, so we told you the wrong time so you were early.” Me: “Of course, thanks.” If I was Axl Rose, I would have spit in her face and smashed the jukebox in with a chair. What did I do? I sat down for 90 minutes and tried to read “Cyclin’ Times”, the local motorcycle publication without my reading glasses (I couldn’t read it.)