Axl’s therapist.
Yeah. That’s was another turning point.
I mean, the guy
has a lot of issues to work through.
Crazy shit
from his childhood. Violence, religion…
though it quickly
seemed like he had the monopoly on pain.
I don’t know
what his therapist said, but he got righteous
all of a sudden.
It was like we had to tread twice as carefully.
I thought
a therapist was meant to make things better?
But no.
that definitely wasn’t the case here.
It didn’t really matter
so much when we off the road because
back home
we were all doing our own things,
back home
we were living individual lives.
But when Axl
brought this therapist out on tour
questions were asked.
Like: who is this guy and why
does he want
us to go into these ridiculous group hugs?
If he knew
anything he’d know that Guns isn’t that band.
We’re not
touchy-feely, love-sharing type of guys.
We each
have our roles, we each cover our backs
That was
always the way, right from day one:
Play the show
and everything else beyond it is your call.
But no.
Axl’s therapy session increased.
Out there
We wouldn’t see him except for stage time
And we’d play
these shows with this therapist in the wings,
giving Axl
the thumbs up every time he looked his way.
Many jokes
were cracked about that, I tell you.
It was like
he substituted drugs with therapy
and sure enough
he got himself addicted to ‘sharing’.
We could hire
a thousand therapists and they’d still
be unravelling that
dude’s personality on his death-bed.
Axl talked
a lot about being ‘healed’ round that time.
Suddenly he was
talking about feelings and ‘bad energy’.
He talked
about getting to the core of his ‘id’,
he talked
about ego, childhood, sexuality and recovery.
None of which
we would have minded if it hadn’t
turned him
into an even bigger a-hole than he was before.
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