When in doubt, listen to David Bowie. In 1968 he was gay, ginger, bonk eyed, snaggle toothed freak walking around South London in a dress, being shouted at by thugs.

Who?

I'd pay money to watch just his hair on stage. It's hypnotic when in movement.

It was always my cue to change the station. Just like Guns and Roses. I don't think I've heard a song by either in it's entirety.

That actually would have meant that he'd have to had really paid attention to Mr.Jovi's career, which is not the case.

You cared enough to post.