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Cindy Lou Who is trying to bring back Stevie Nicks' summer wardrobe....

Oh look. Tobey Maguire joined Papa Roach...

I'm out of likes!!!!

I would even take Coal Chamber at this point.

I need to be drinking to watch this. Somebody call Dimmu Borgir and Cradle of Filth, they need to fix this show.

Edit: Pre-dreads Dani Filth please.

Wait...wtf just happened...they did some kind of metal opening and now they're sounding like Maroon 5.....

Wait....Motley Crue? Wtf?

This chick from Huntress.....I'm embarrassed for her.

I've never been a Slayer fan. If it was just instrumental without vocals, it would be better.

Lita fucking Ford!!!!!

I think Zakk is a cool dude. I'd have a beer with him. But yeah, some of these people make me cringe. I was hoping to see HaleStorm. I always thought an Axl/Lzzy duet would be amazing.

And there you have it. Dice is presenting.

DJ's nasal whine is causing me to bleed from my ears. Fortus is doing a great impression of Izzy - very few syllables. Love him.

I LOVE PAULY!!!!

Ace Frehley. Seriously. I never want to hear an Axl fat joke again.

BUMBLEEEEEEEE. . I have my laptop hooked up to my giant HD TV in the living room. It's almost like being there...*sniffle *

The event starts in a little less than 2 hours.

No, it starts in about 34 minutes.

You're wrong but ok. 8 PM Pacific.

You might want to check VH1's site. It says 7pm pacific. Whoops.

Pre show red carpet starts at 7 pst

Duff is stuck in traffic

Pull over, fuckers! Don't you know who he is!? LOL

Slash showing up= me shitting gold doubloons right on my living room floor.

Hope they don't play that. I don't want an edited stream.

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I would sell a kidney to get tickets to a reunion. That is all.

Don't Cry, alt lyrics is my favorite song. The passion in "and when you're in need of someone, my heart won't deny you; so many seem so lonely with no one left to cry to" is one of my favorite lyrics ever written.

Axl was a machine. A destructive, nonstop, whirlwind of emotion. He was the embodiment of everything rock n' roll stood for. The angry, repressed, emotional kid from the Midwest who wanted to "stick it to the man". He was the voice of a generation of head-banging, tattooed, social outcasts. He didn't stand up on stage and sing some songs on key. He didn't wear hot pink spandex pants and lipgloss. He screamed and ranted and damn near spontaneously combusted every show. Totally felt the energy and went with it. He never got up there and did anything that looked like he rehearsed his "cool face" in front of a mirror (ahem....*cough* Bret Michaels). He was just who he was, dynamic, indestructible, volatile, passionate, and he gave every person in the audience every single ounce of himself. You had to love him or hate him and the best part was, he didn't fucking care which one you picked. 1987-1993 Axl was untouchable.

I know I'm old (41) and Axl's time has passed....but this passion is why I'm still here (in GnR world). God damn-

1 minute in, and I'm like, get to the point, man!

This is the shit I miss. The definition of Rock N Roll right here

Mother. Fucker. THIS. This was what it used to mean to "whip my hair back and forth".