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Re: Dear Superstar: Slash (From Blender)
Dear Superstar: Slash
The Velvet Revolver and ex–Guns n’ Roses guitarist thinks drugs are bad and the new GnR single is good. Wait, maybe we got that backward...
Richard Cromelin
Blender December 16 2008
Slash arrives in Santa Monica half an hour late, and before we can even start, the guy needs some powder. But not heroin or coke—both of which he’s held as close as a guitar during his frantic stint as a drug abuser—just a light cosmetic dusting, “So I don’t look shiny,” he tells a makeup artist.
Born Saul Hudson to a biracial couple who worked in the entertainment business, Slash was a guitar hero for the generation before Guitar Hero. Since leaving Guns N’ Roses more than 12 years ago, he has recorded two albums with his Guns-minus-Axl band, Velvet Revolver; written a self-titled memoir that details his legendary excesses, all the way back to a childhood friendship with original GNR drummer Steven Adler; played on hundreds of records; smoked thousands of Marlboros; and, for the last two and a half years, been sober. Instead of dragging in with a hangover, he’s upbeat and relaxed after an overnight trip to Disneyland with his wife, Perla Hudson, and their kids, London, 6, and Cash, 4.
At 43, this all-new Slash now looks—well, he still looks every bit the Hollywood street crawler: curly hair spilling from the top hat, black T-shirt (with FUCK YOU spelled out in the design of the Monkees’ guitar-shaped logo), black jeans, battered sneakers. He has written music for a new solo album, which will enlist a roster of guest singers and will compete with Velvet Revolver (who are currently searching for a new singer, after the departure of the increasingly Axl-ish Scott Weiland) as his main focus.
Like a lot of recovering users, Slash keeps a busy schedule to minimize boredom and downtime. He played guitar for the Mickey Rourke film The Wrestler and scored Mexican director Olallo Rubio’s This Is Not a Movie. And he has added new tracks with Alice Cooper and Cypress Hill to a career-long history of diverse collaborations, from Michael Jackson to Motörhead, Spin¨al Tap to Eazy-E, Diddy to Ray Charles. He may well be the Kevin Bacon of rock music.
“I’m a hyperactive workaholic,” he explains, reading a BlackBerry message from his injured friend Travis Barker as he settles onto the wooden bench of an outdoor terrace—Marlboros and a glass of water at the ready. It’s quickly evident that sobriety hasn’t squashed his leather-pants attitude: He bats away one reader’s inquiry and says, “These questions only get better, I take it.” Well …
Back in the day, who got the most women in Guns N’ Roses?
SQUIRRELMELT, MANCHESTER, NHProbably Steven, but then Steven would fuck anything that moved.
Where’s the strangest place you ever woken up, and with whom?
DAVE.ZAIFF, LA JOLLA, CAI once woke up in a rental van I’d been driving, in the middle of the street, North Edinburgh Avenue between Willoughby and Santa Monica in West Hollywood, with some girl I’d picked up at a club the night before. I’d stopped there for some reason and then passed out.
Re: Dear Superstar: Slash (From Blender)
Dear Superstar: Slash
The Velvet Revolver and ex–Guns n’ Roses guitarist thinks drugs are bad and the new GnR single is good. Wait, maybe we got that backward...
Richard Cromelin
Blender December 16 2008
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Slash arrives in Santa Monica half an hour late, and before we can even start, the guy needs some powder. But not heroin or coke—both of which he’s held as close as a guitar during his frantic stint as a drug abuser—just a light cosmetic dusting, “So I don’t look shiny,” he tells a makeup artist.
Born Saul Hudson to a biracial couple who worked in the entertainment business, Slash was a guitar hero for the generation before Guitar Hero. Since leaving Guns N’ Roses more than 12 years ago, he has recorded two albums with his Guns-minus-Axl band, Velvet Revolver; written a self-titled memoir that details his legendary excesses, all the way back to a childhood friendship with original GNR drummer Steven Adler; played on hundreds of records; smoked thousands of Marlboros; and, for the last two and a half years, been sober. Instead of dragging in with a hangover, he’s upbeat and relaxed after an overnight trip to Disneyland with his wife, Perla Hudson, and their kids, London, 6, and Cash, 4.
At 43, this all-new Slash now looks—well, he still looks every bit the Hollywood street crawler: curly hair spilling from the top hat, black T-shirt (with FUCK YOU spelled out in the design of the Monkees’ guitar-shaped logo), black jeans, battered sneakers. He has written music for a new solo album, which will enlist a roster of guest singers and will compete with Velvet Revolver (who are currently searching for a new singer, after the departure of the increasingly Axl-ish Scott Weiland) as his main focus.
Like a lot of recovering users, Slash keeps a busy schedule to minimize boredom and downtime. He played guitar for the Mickey Rourke film The Wrestler and scored Mexican director Olallo Rubio’s This Is Not a Movie. And he has added new tracks with Alice Cooper and Cypress Hill to a career-long history of diverse collaborations, from Michael Jackson to Motörhead, Spin¨al Tap to Eazy-E, Diddy to Ray Charles. He may well be the Kevin Bacon of rock music.
“I’m a hyperactive workaholic,” he explains, reading a BlackBerry message from his injured friend Travis Barker as he settles onto the wooden bench of an outdoor terrace—Marlboros and a glass of water at the ready. It’s quickly evident that sobriety hasn’t squashed his leather-pants attitude: He bats away one reader’s inquiry and says, “These questions only get better, I take it.” Well …
Back in the day, who got the most women in Guns N’ Roses?
SQUIRRELMELT, MANCHESTER, NHProbably Steven, but then Steven would fuck anything that moved.
Where’s the strangest place you ever woken up, and with whom?
DAVE.ZAIFF, LA JOLLA, CAI once woke up in a rental van I’d been driving, in the middle of the street, North Edinburgh Avenue between Willoughby and Santa Monica in West Hollywood, with some girl I’d picked up at a club the night before. I’d stopped there for some reason and then passed out.
And Axl's an asshole?
