Webster Hall: My Love Affair With Axl Rose
Charisma Stockton – Contributor – @ BylineBeat
(Brooklyn, New York) Axl Rose could never date me. It would be a strained relationship from the start because in my mind, we’ve been dating for twenty years. He wouldn’t understand why I “suddenly” snapped at him after only two weeks of casual dinners at sushi palaces, or why I stopped shaving my armpits after the first month or why I was annoyed at the women calling his cell phone (even though I’d only let him get to second base).
I showed him my dedication in 1992 at the Guns N’ Roses Open-Air concert in Stuttgart. It was the hottest day of the summer so far, and I’d brought grapes to keep my blood sugar up. I was in the second row of the second pit.
I heard four distinctive drums beats and knew what song would follow. When the crowd recognized Paradise City, there was a collective jump. What followed was a vicious shift between the front and second rows, with my legs between them. I felt bone grinding and my right knee popping out of place. I limped home after the encores and told my mother that it was the best time I could remember.
I developed osteoarthritis from the bone fracture, and for the past twenty years, every time it rained, I felt the pain. I’ve been hurt by Axl and disappointed by Axl and have asked him “Why?” a million times. He ignored me. It was like he didn’t even know I existed.
I was willing to give him another chance when Guns N’ Roses announced a three gig club tour in New York City. He would be singing in venues smaller than the stadiums I was used to seeing him in. They were calling it: Once in a Lifetime, Guns N’ Roses, Up Close and Personal. We just needed to meet.
People say, “But Charisma, he’s way too old for you. He could be your father!”