I have been thinking about naming Axl Rose as the Patron Saint of Malt Liquor. His intoxicating voice has always entranced me. Like a drunken Che Guevara, he moved masses of people to follow him and believe his words.
The miracle he performed was managing to gather Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan, Steven Adler, and Slash to actually work together. Though addicted to every chemical solvent known to mankind, this crew managed to pump out hit records. They were sort of the white version of N.W.A.: a crew destined to fall apart, but managed to produce some amazing songs.
I know that saints are usually named after death, but I think this is appropriate since Axl’s career is dead. Let’s just let the memory of Guns n’ Roses rest in peace.