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Slash_1.jpg I have a way of sitting down with the guitar and coming up with these hard-to-play riffs; they're unorthodox fingerings of simple melodies. It's my way of getting into playing or finding something interesting to do as opposed to just practise scales. To this day, I still do it; rather than doing obvious "exercises", I invent runs of my own design that both loosen up my fingers and keep my ears engaged, because if practicing doesn`t sound good, why bother with it all?

That is what I was doing one night as Izzy sat down on the floor to join me. "Hey, what is that? he asked. "I don't know," I said. "Just fucking around." "Keep doing it." He came up with some chords and since Duff was there, he came up with a bass line, as Steven planned out his drum beat. Within an hour my little guitar exercise had become something else. Axl didn't leave his room that night, but he was just as much a part of the creative process as the rest of us: he sat up there and listened to everything we were doing and was inspired to write lyrics that were complete by the next afternoon. They became an ode to his girlfriend and future first wife, Erin Everly, daughter of Don Everly of the Everly Brothers.

We'd found a rehearsal studio in Burbank called Burbank Studios, which was nothing more than a warehouse owned by this old Asian couple, which is where we really started to work on the production for Appetite, perfecting the songs we'd already demoed. At our next session, we worked our new song into a complete movement: we wrote a bridge, added a guitar solo, and so it became 'Sweet Child O' Mine.'

That was all fine and well, but we still didn't have a producer. Tom came up with the idea to try out Spencer Proffer, who'd worked with Tina Turner, Quiet Riot, and W.A.S.P., who Axl liked a lot back in the day, so we went for it. We took our gear down to Pasha Studios, which was where Spencer operated out of at the time and we agreed to work on "Sweet Child" together as a test. Spencer was a great guy; he was actually the one who suggested that the song needed a dramatic breakdown before its ultimate finale. He was right...but we had no idea what we wanted to do there. All of us sat around the control room, listening to it over and over, devoid of a clue.

"Where do we go?" Axl said, more to himself than the rest of us.

"Where do we go now?...Where do we go?"

"Hey," Spencer said, turning the music down. "Why don't you just try singing that?" And so became that dramatic breakdown.

[Bozza, Anthony, & Slash (2007). Slash. Harper Entertainment: New York. p. 155-156]