Wikipedia page is frankly too long for me to read. But there were some bolded words that stood out for me. The things Axl and I share in common:
The Guns n Roses album Chinese Democracy. I studied Chinese at school, in a democratic country, for five years.
The Guns n Roses album Appetite for Destruction. I have a large appetite. And I also like spaghetti, and The Gunners also have an album called The Spaghetti incident.
We both like singing along to bogan rock music.
He was kinda hot. Me too!
Wow. The commonalities between us are astounding.
The biggest commonality between us is that we have both worn a bandana on our heads.
Him through his career:
(Hasn't he aged well?)
And me on Friday night. Outfit 12 of the 30 for 30 remix challenge:
A word of warning. I am going to get a bit judgey. Read on at your own peril.
I didn't intentionally dress bogan style on Friday night, but I guess it was apt since I was suspended in this parallel universe of bogan and glamour.
When I mentioned this on my Facebook, I received a comedic gold reply from a friend. 'Where are you? Warnie's house?' !!!! FYI- Warnie is Shane Warne, former Australian cricketer who is having a romance with Liz Hurley. It's being played out on Twitter. Melbourne's abuzz with the 'news'. On a side note, I was
While I wasn't at Warnie's loveshack, I was with three friends at the Baby Animals gig at Trak. Wow, what an experience!
I felt underdressed (there were women in gowns kept from the 1990s), overdressed (there were women with leopard print dresses that were so high butt cheeks were exposed - 'at what point did she say "that dress is amazing!"?' was the second golden quote of the night), really young (possibly the only song I recognised in the DJ set was Roxette's) and really old (see point about leopard print dresses, and also the noise of the support act). Wow, it was really something!
Trak is plush and elegant. It's an ok small music venue - though I wouldn't rush to go there again as it's more of a nightclub There were four bars. And disco balls. Plenty of seating. There was also a lounge in the toilet. No snacks though.
The support act were not a good fit for the main act - so awful I'm not writing anymore about them.
By the time the Baby Animals came on, I was exhausted, and a bit deaf. Plus my jaw had dropped many times, not knowing whether dresses were tops, or how old is too old for women in backless tops. But I soldiered on.
I took some video of a song from their gig. Sorry I didn't get it all, but I wanted to dance around to my favourite.
And that's another band from my childhood crossed off the list! My inner bogan rock chick is satisfied.