dressed only in a bath towel, was now being questioned by police, and he tried to explain to them that they were only bath salts.
They arrived at Axl’s hotel room door, and the chief of police knocked. At this point Steve had now heard what was going on in the hallway through his walkie-talkie, so Axl knew as well.
But Steve and Axl didn’t answer the door.
“Does anyone have a key?” the chief of police asked.
Damn , I thought to myself. What do I do now, I do have a key .
I didn’t say a thing.
The chief of police yelled through the door.
“Open the door, immediately, or there will be trouble.”
There was lots of banter back and forth, but Steve eventually opened the door. The chief of police, the American representative, and about three policemen entered Axl’s room. I entered as well, along with Doug. Axl was calmly eating dinner. He allowed them to go through his stuff. He had nothing to hide.
However, there was one problem. The bath salts were also in Axl’s room, and I was sure this would give them an excuse to detain him for a few hours.
Then Robert entered the room in his towel, escorted by a policeman; they wanted to test the bath salts.
At the same time, one of the policemen in Axl’s bedroom thought he hit the jackpot when he came across about five clear baggies full of more bath salts. More bags of “cocaine,” according to the chief of police.
We all tried to explain, very carefully, that they were bags of bath salts.
I forget how they did it, but somehow they ran tests, ran more tests, and finally determined that we were telling the truth.
No cocaine.
After all that, the chief of police and his team were about to leave Axl’s room, when the chief turned to Axl and asked for his autograph.
Happened all the time. Give Axl, or members of the band, crap for a few hours, accuse them of something illegal, threaten them, and once nothing is found instantly turn into best friends and expect an autograph.
Incredible.
Axl signed his autograph. Good for him!
All I could think of at that point was, Damn, they didn’t search my room yet, and now they’re going to be pissed .
They came into my room and started searching. Flipping over the mattresses, dumping all my suitcases all over the room, they were determined to find something, anything. All the time though, I watched closely, with my new best friend, the American representative, to see if anyone got any ideas of planting drugs. It was so stressful.
They found nothing.
In two hours they had searched all our rooms and nothing was found.
Axl had Doug and I set up an impromptu press conference and within minutes we had a meeting room, and a room full of reporters, and television crews.
Axl released a live statement of what had just occurred, adding that no drugs were found in any of our rooms. It was fed live to all local television stations.
Only an hour and a half later, Guns N’ Roses hit the stage and put on another amazing show.
We found out later that while they were checking our hotel rooms, drug squad officers arrived at the stadium and searched through the band’s equipment and instruments as well.
The next night was the last show of the tour. No drug searches, no riots, no one killed. Just one last great show.
And it was now time to say good-bye, until the next tour …
But there was no next tour. Not with this group of guys.
No one knew it at the time, but July 17, 1993, would be the last time that this great lineup would play together as members of Guns N’ Roses.
I was honored to be there, and to witness a huge part of rock n’ roll history.
SLASH “DIES”
There was one night that really stands out in my mind as one of the craziest nights on tour with Guns N’ Roses. It easily could have been the saddest, but, thank God, it was not.
It was the night when Slash died for a few minutes.
In a nutshell, Slash apparently met a woman at a party. She provided him with some drugs, bad drugs, and Slash died for a
They arrived at Axl’s hotel room door, and the chief of police knocked. At this point Steve had now heard what was going on in the hallway through his walkie-talkie, so Axl knew as well.
But Steve and Axl didn’t answer the door.
“Does anyone have a key?” the chief of police asked.
Damn , I thought to myself. What do I do now, I do have a key .
I didn’t say a thing.
The chief of police yelled through the door.
“Open the door, immediately, or there will be trouble.”
There was lots of banter back and forth, but Steve eventually opened the door. The chief of police, the American representative, and about three policemen entered Axl’s room. I entered as well, along with Doug. Axl was calmly eating dinner. He allowed them to go through his stuff. He had nothing to hide.
However, there was one problem. The bath salts were also in Axl’s room, and I was sure this would give them an excuse to detain him for a few hours.
Then Robert entered the room in his towel, escorted by a policeman; they wanted to test the bath salts.
At the same time, one of the policemen in Axl’s bedroom thought he hit the jackpot when he came across about five clear baggies full of more bath salts. More bags of “cocaine,” according to the chief of police.
We all tried to explain, very carefully, that they were bags of bath salts.
I forget how they did it, but somehow they ran tests, ran more tests, and finally determined that we were telling the truth.
No cocaine.
After all that, the chief of police and his team were about to leave Axl’s room, when the chief turned to Axl and asked for his autograph.
Happened all the time. Give Axl, or members of the band, crap for a few hours, accuse them of something illegal, threaten them, and once nothing is found instantly turn into best friends and expect an autograph.
Incredible.
Axl signed his autograph. Good for him!
All I could think of at that point was, Damn, they didn’t search my room yet, and now they’re going to be pissed .
They came into my room and started searching. Flipping over the mattresses, dumping all my suitcases all over the room, they were determined to find something, anything. All the time though, I watched closely, with my new best friend, the American representative, to see if anyone got any ideas of planting drugs. It was so stressful.
They found nothing.
In two hours they had searched all our rooms and nothing was found.
Axl had Doug and I set up an impromptu press conference and within minutes we had a meeting room, and a room full of reporters, and television crews.
Axl released a live statement of what had just occurred, adding that no drugs were found in any of our rooms. It was fed live to all local television stations.
Only an hour and a half later, Guns N’ Roses hit the stage and put on another amazing show.
We found out later that while they were checking our hotel rooms, drug squad officers arrived at the stadium and searched through the band’s equipment and instruments as well.
The next night was the last show of the tour. No drug searches, no riots, no one killed. Just one last great show.
And it was now time to say good-bye, until the next tour …
But there was no next tour. Not with this group of guys.
No one knew it at the time, but July 17, 1993, would be the last time that this great lineup would play together as members of Guns N’ Roses.
I was honored to be there, and to witness a huge part of rock n’ roll history.
SLASH “DIES”
There was one night that really stands out in my mind as one of the craziest nights on tour with Guns N’ Roses. It easily could have been the saddest, but, thank God, it was not.
It was the night when Slash died for a few minutes.
In a nutshell, Slash apparently met a woman at a party. She provided him with some drugs, bad drugs, and Slash died for a
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