Where the grass is green…
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house.
His house was a place of wonder. Of music that rocked hard. Where each guitar riff matched the beating of his heart (so drama kan?).
And this boy grew up listening to a staple of awesome rock music. Queen. Led Zeppelin. Black Sabbath.
But in this house, one band reigned supreme. No other would rock the boy. Paradise City was a place he wanted to go. Don’t Cry was something he reminded himself not to do when his mom forgot to buy him lunch. November Rain was … well, rain in November.
The band was Guns N’ Roses.
And I grew up listening to them. And some 15-20 years down the line, I met a childhood hero.