Remastering
I was Axl Rose for six months in 2008. I paced around my Malibu home between marathon sessions of recording, re-recording and re-thinking Chinese Democracy, an album ten years in the making, stopping only for a minute-long peck at the keypad to let the fans know about my artistic progress the best way 2008 knew how to let millions know anything: tweeting.
remastering.
It was a joke nearly no one would get. You’d have to be familiar with Axl’s 21st-century persona as the Howard Hughes of spectacle-rock; his Brian Wilson-ish perfectionism and obsession with technicalities; his Michael Jackon-ish removal from the world you and I live in; the fact that he had been threatening to release this album for years and years.
doing some remastering.
On top of all that, even if you got the whole setup, you’d have to find it funny. I don’t know if anyone did, but it made me chuckle every time I hit Update.
not very happy with this week’s work… probably remastering again this weekend. bleh.
I think everyone should have a fake Twitter account. A celebrity, a fictional character, an inanimate object - give them voice where they have none.
god, I have so much remastering to do before november 23. fuck fuck fuck.
Hopefully this one doesn’t come across as mean joke; it’s a character study for a comedy sketch. I love nothing more than an obsessed individual overwhelmed with the perceived importance of their task.
almost midnight… i feel like i tweaked a bunch of shit in the morning and then spent the afternoon untweaking it.. taking Monday off.
I hope Twitter keeps this user account around. I have nothing left to post on it; the performance is over. Head on over to twitter.com/axl_r, read from the bottom (or check it our properly ordered on Storify!) and re-live the rollercoaster. Namaste.
remastering