how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

ERIC II

GUNS N ROSES LEAVE INDIANA AFTER PERFORMING AT FARM AID, MANAGER ANSWERS KEY QUESTIONS REGARDING THE NEW ALBUM AND UPCOMING TOUR.

Rock superstars Guns N Roses put on a brilliant performance for the Farm Aid benefit concert for American farmers in Indianapolis this weekend, particularly after the reported tensions between guitarist Izzy Stadlin and drummer Steven Adler over his struggles with heroin addiction which have led to reported struggles with recording in the Los Angeles studio.

A quick word was caught with Guns' manager Alan Niven about the future of the follow up to the multi platinum Appetite for Destruction. "We've had a lot of recorded material from the past, lots of different tracks that just need some final polishing up in the studio," He said to questioning reporters.

"There has been talk about new producers and possible conflict with band members," Is asked, referencing the fact that there have been rumored discrepancies in the band since singer and fiance of singer Axl Rose, Andy Bernow, after she started working for studio production.

"There's always conflict, it's what happens when you've got loads of great minds working together at once, Slash, Axl and the others they're all just trying to make this the best album they can and that does mean issues. And Andy has been a great asset to the band and the music, you can really tell she knows her stuff and that can cause..." He pauses, "...arguments but they are normally resolved easily,"

// Hit Parader article, April 1990 

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w. heavy discussions of HIV/AIDS, child abuse/neglect, drug use and domestic abuse. i feel like i should start tagging body horror as my main descriptor language as well. discussions of past wounds (stab/slash wound) 

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Eric hated his phone, the horrible cream coloured device stuck on the wall of his kitchen wall was ugly and stuck out leaving an unsightly shadow, not to mention that it had been wired wrong leaving the red and black wires sprouting out from the plaster.

As well as the fact it never shut the fuck up, he'd been half in his mind to cut through the curled up coil with a pair of kitchen scissors, forcing the blunted blades through the rubber until it finally snapped and the horrible repeated tones of ringing finally left his ears in peace.

Peace? Since fucking when. When had he ever earned peace? There was always something screaming around in his ears, rattling around his skull until it ran through his bones, high pitched buzzing ranging all the way through to deep thunders, his mind was always echoing. He could blame it on being a professional drummer and neglecting any and all ear protection for half a decade.

"You do know you can get ear plugs from building sites, you'll go deaf!"

Eric bit down hard on his lip and pushed himself further into the mattress, fighting the springs to push his spine as deep as it would go. If his mind was screaming before, it was silent now, empty and hollow letting the words echo back through his head. Those had been Andy's words, some time in 1989 before they had travelled to the deserts of Nevada, attempting to push him towards some kind of ear protection in the studio if not on stage.

"Oh there's no shame in it Eric, you scabbed that's all!"

"Oh there's no shame in it Eric, you scabbed that's all!"

"Oh there's no shame in it Eric, you scabbed that's all!"

"Oh there's no shame in it Eric, you scabbed that's all!"