Post hoc ergo procter hoc

suckafuck:

Guns N’ Roses - Welcome To The Jungle Live Live Ritz 1988

This is for nudawn - your post made me watch my entire 1988 VHS bootleg of this concert at 5am on a sunday morning. As long as I live Axl will always epitomize Thin Lizzy (the band I mean, who never did anything worthwhile besides make a good shirt). For the next song (Night Train) he comes out in the pink on black TL shirt which is subsequently ripped off during Paradise City. Twenty years. Fuck. This should be taught in history classes.

Damn. I was in high school when I first heard Live like a Suicide. Wasn’t bad, but Appetite was something awesome. Loved it (still do).