Like many a 13-year-old in 1988, Guns N Roses’ Appetite for Destruction had a near-permanent place in my Walkman (or whatever knock-off my mom had told me was just as good). And as an adult, one of my proudest moments was getting yelled at for nearly 90 minutes by Axl Rose’s lawyer (it’s a long story; catch me after a couple of cold beverages and I may tell it to you). But now I — and multitudes of others who still know how to play the solo from “Rocket Queen” — have the chance to bid on a souvenir that will tag you as a super-fan: the band’s clothes dryer.
sweet dryer of mine
By September 4, 2012