It seems excessive…but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.The mass of black curls. The top hat. The cigarette dangling from pouty lips. These are the trademarks of one of the world’s greatest and most revered guitarists, a celebrity musician known by one name: Slash.Saul “Slash” Hudson was born in Hampstead to a Jewish father and a black American mother who created David Bowie’s look in The Man Who Fell to Earth. He was raised in Stoke until he was 11, when he and his mother moved to LA. Frequent visitors to the house were David Bowie, Joni Mitchell, Ronnie Wood and Iggy Pop.At this time Slash got into BMX bikes and would eventually turn professional, winning major awards and money, but at 15 his grandmother gave him his first guitar. Sessions with numerous local LA rock bands followed until a fateful meeting with singer W Axl Rose…and the rest was rock history. Guns N’ Roses spent two years builiding their reputation before Appetite for Destruction was unleashed on an unsuspecting world.Chart success and global domination followed but with it came the inevitable fall – addicted to heroin, booze and cigarettes the band imploded in a rift between Axl and Slash that is as deep today as ever. But with a new wife, kids and new band Velvet Revolver, Slash is back on track. As raucous and edgy as his music, Slash sets the record straight and tells the real story as only Slash can.
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Anthony Bozza. Slash: The Autobiography
Slash. Slash with Anthony Bozza
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Contents
Having Considered All Things
1. Stoked
2. Twenty-Inch-High Hooligans
3. How to Play Rock-and-Roll Guitar
4. Education High
5. Least Likely to Succeed
6. You Learn to Live Like an Animal
7. Appetite for Dysfunction
8. Off to the Races
Photographic Insert
9. Don't Try This at Home
10. Humpty Dumpty
11. Choose Your Illusion
12. Breakdown
13. Coming Up for Air
If Memory Serves
Photography Credits
About the Authors
Credits
About the Publisher
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To my loving family, for all their support through the good times and the bad
And to Guns N’ Roses fans everywhere, old and new; with out their undying loyalty and limitless patience, none of this would matter
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A couple of days later I went over to Steve’s place looking for my dad and at the time they were so engaged in conversation that they didn’t even notice that I’d come in. It was the perfect opportunity; I grabbed the bag, walked out, and stashed it up on the roof. Unfortunately it was a short-lived victory: my dad ordered me to give it back once Steve realized that it was gone. It’s too bad; those magazines were classics.
There were periods throughout my childhood when I insisted to my parents that they weren’t my parents, because I honestly believed that I’d been kidnapped. I also ran away a lot. One time when I was preparing to run away, my dad actually helped me pack my suitcase, which was a little plaid bag he’d bought me in England. He was so understanding about it and so helpful and kind that by doing so, he convinced me to stay. That kind of subtle reverse psychology is one of the traits of his that I hope I’ve inherited, because I’d like to use it on my kids.
