I’m sitting at home, laying on the couch, clicking through the channels and on comes “I’m With You,” a sappy new tune from Canadian spunk punk Avril Lavigne. Lavigne first hit is big last year with the smash hit “Complicated” and, since then, has become a teen sensation reported with as much enthusiasm as Michelle Branch, Vanessa Carlton, and one or two other bland teen chick “I write my own three chord songs and two cent lyrics” rockers.
I’ve seen many pictures of Avril; one fateful day I saw a snapshot on the internet and though “Damn, she’s actually pretty hot!” Since then, I’ve regarded her as “hot.” The stupid white A-shirt, especially when combined with that ridiculous pink tie is completely silly, and she looks an uninspired effortful overall, but she’s got a certain je ne sais quoi that I believe attracts people.
Let me say this: she’s not punk. I don’t care what anyone says – the girl writes pop songs! She sells a punk image, but the only thing punk about her is her Ramones CDs.
Anyway, to get to the point, I’m watching this Avril Lavgine video, a slow song (punk bands do slow songs?), and I notice, “Holy shit! This girl looks like Axl Rose circa 1985!” Times passes, the video is on again, I notice again. “Damn, it’s eerie!”
Avril Lavgine is a dead ringer for Axl in the Live Like A Suicide era of GNR. It makes me a little uneasy about ever thinking she was hot. Axl was never hot, he was a red haired pain in the ass. A cool one, but still. Avril is a 17 year old who can sing, and I half-expect her to break a beer bottle on Duff McKagan’s head at any second.
Perhaps Avril is the missing stepchild of Axl. After all, if you were born in 1985, she’d be…whoaaaa…….seventeen!