A cool, very personal review I love taking a break from artists and then going back to them a few months/years later and rediscovering them. I've been recycling the Replacements, GNR, Elliott Smith etc for years now and everytime I return to one of the artists I discover new meanings to songs.

It's been over 12 months since i listened to the UYI albums (official releases, not the demos) so tonight I'm planning to roll up a few strong joints and listen to them in there entirety

It could be, though it could be plenty of other bands too. I honestly don't see Axl announcing any more UK shows until a firm release date is in place. Didn't they festival organisers get into shit last time GNR played due to them breaking the curfew?

Where I come from we call that "whitied", as in "PaSnow was totally fucked last night and whitied" We've all been there, it happens to me everytime I mix alcohol and weed which is something I refuse to do nowadays

The first time it happened to me I was in University, first year Halls of Residence (student accomodation). I'd smoked pot before plenty of times but for some reason this one particular night I was fucked. Looking back I think it might have been the first time I used a bong.

One particular buddy of mine who I was close to could see I was off my face. He'd seen me stoned plenty of times before but he says that this one particular night I was "white"... not a drop of colour in my face. Like any true friend he helps me stumble back to my own room where I head straight for the window feeling like I'm gonna throw up. Whilst I'm hanging out of my (fortunately) ground floor window my buddy says in my ear, identical to the accent found in the Resevoir Dogs movie, "Billy K's super sounds of the seventies just... keeps... on... truckin..."

I swear that as soon as my mate said the word "truckin" I felt like a truck had just smashed into the side of my face. I was completely gone, couldn't open my eyes although still aware of a female student in my room screaming that I was dying. This seemed to go on for hours, with me unable to speak or open my eyes until I eventually threw up from my window all over the nicely mowed lawn outside

I found out later that when my mate had said that line from Reservoir Dogs he'd accidentally let go of the window and it had crashed down on my head I remember almost every detail from that night, and whenever I meet up with mates from Uni we always have a laugh about it now. At the time it was fucking scary but just a few hours earlier our dealer had been describing what it was like to "whitey" so even though I knew I was fucked I also kinda knew that I wasn't in serious danger.

You'd think an experience like that would have put me off weed for life but I still smoke it. Whenever I meet up with mates from Uni we smoke a shit load of weed, listen to the same music we did back then like Counting Crows, Ryan Adams etc. Of course I'm still telling them, in my stoned state, that Axl is finally going to release Chinese Democracy