What’s New: How To WFH Like A Rock God
How has the average rock star responded to lockdown? Not Covid itself – where reactions vary from denial, usually in all caps (Mr Ian Brown, of The Stone Roses, on Twitter: “NO LOCKDOWN NO TESTS NO TRACKS NO MASKS NO VAX”) to thoughtfully trolling the former (Mr John Squire, also of The Stone Roses, on Twitter, one hour later: “Wear a mask. Stay safe. Look after yourself and others”) – but to being forcibly stuck indoors for months on end. Like caged tigers, you’d imagine, they’d rather be prowling around arenas than sat about on sofas.
Of course, some have used the time productively. The Smiths guitarist Mr Johnny Marr taught music classes, while Foo Fighters talisman Mr Dave Grohl was himself schooled by a 10-year-old girl. Mr Grohl may have lost a drum battle to Ms Nandi Bushell of Ipswich, UK, but he did also find time to write and record an album, which is perhaps making the best of this bad situation.
“But what of Mr Axl Rose, frontman of Guns N’ Roses?” you probably aren’t asking. Well, last year, predictably, the volatile vocalist had something to say on social media, breaking his Twitter silence to inexplicably declare outgoing US treasury secretary Mr Steve Mnuchin an “asshole”. But he did also get in some studio time with his bandmates, with new material – their first since 2008 – in the pipeline. “I’m really not good at slowing down and just sitting around,” guitarist Slash recently told Cleveland.com (although he is, by his own admission, pretty nifty at pinball).
What was Mr Rose wearing for those Zoom jam sessions? That will of course be between the band and whomever managed to hack the video conferencing software. But if we were to hazard a guess, a pair of these lavish sweatpants by LA-based brand AMIRI would be a likely candidate. Constructed from a plush fleece, the print is actually inspired by the paisley pattern that became a signature look for Mr Rose when deployed on a bandana. And while the relaxed fit and low-crotch style of these trousers might not be as figure-hugging as the ripped jeans the band were known for in their early 1990s pomp (although the brand does them, too), times change. And, not to beat about the bush, which these won’t, he is now 58.
“Whoa, oh, oh, sweatpants o’ mine,” as the singer (and, again, this is wishful thinking) might put it.