photography by elisa sherman

OH MY HOLY HELL…

I feel like I was just fucked every which way to sunday……….and NO not by the band….shame too, because there was some definite hotness onstage…

Seriously, I feel like I was in a washing machine or some such madness, was the crowd…this wins for roughest crowd of my life…hardcore…out of control, weed fuming madness…

And NO crack getting to be got…serious security, just feet away…thankfully…they threw more than one person out…unfortunately none of whom were responsible for practically crushing moi to death!!!

I think this show, in particular is reason # 448 why, ems does not want to reduce her stature…..lol 3rd person, I know…its late…but FUCK…had I been 50lbs lighter(better wt) I do not think I could have held them off…

Ok, all that madness said…VR rocks-REALLY HARD—they are that CLASSIC rock band—balls to the wall bravado loud killer music…Scott is a sinuous freak…quite striking on stage, if a bit fey–seriously…Slash…is beyond magnificent on guitar…most of night less than 3 ft from me…felt like he was playing just to me all night—bwah–in my dreams! The hottie that surprised me, due to ignorance…was the blond locked bassist…yum–that would be Duff…he really was yummy…

Scott was shirtless most of the night, often featuring a captains style hat…with the lowest of low slung pants…V well displayed…Duff in leather vest…that was a bit abbreviated, showing off his slender but extremely defined build–and V…encore, Duff was shirtless as well…mmmmm….

And despite the no smoking indoors laws…this did not stop our classic Slash, top hatted, ciggy smoking, killer riff playing…and the man, looked to have the most impressive package on stage…lol…sorry, I couldn’t help it…I did, in fairness, try to check em all out! bwah…

And boy did the boys sweat…they were all dripping…

I suppose I could comment more on the music…lol…but most of what they played I did not recognize, though they performed it very well…they had 2 encores…multiple songs each…during one of the encores….they played Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here…the guitars were mad good…Scott was sensitive, quiet, and still really sexy…

Holy hell, I am spent from the show…my attention was totally split and fried between the killer crowd, and the dripping rock hotness on stage…

Very odd show for me….I feel like I just woke up in someones bed, after a night of excessive passion, yet can’t even remember my name kind of shocked awe of the show….very weird, crazy night…I think this is what they mean, by ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL…

Velvet Revolver: hot fast loud crazy wild…ROCK hotness….