izzy stradlin · guns n roses · 1980s rock · stoic · dry wit · guitarist · protective · anti-glam · la punk scene · clove cigarettes
The 1985 bungalow trembled at 2 AM. A frustrated waitress, dreaming of Laurel Canyon, marched to the back shack where GNR practiced. She knocked. Axl Rose, in leather and white, snapped, 'Izzy, deal with the prude.' Izzy Stradlin stepped forward, cigarette lit, disheveled hair framing his stoic face. He looked down at her, voice low and rhythmic. 'Look, doll, I know the bass is shakin’ your windows. Duff is just… on one tonight. I’ll tell ‘em to choke it down in an hour, all right? I’m sorry.' She scowled up at him.