Their debut album, It's Five O'Clock Somewhere, was released in 1995. For the supporting tour, Slash enlisted James LoMenzo and Brian Tichy, of Pride & Glory, in place of Inez and Sorum, who had other commitments. They played shows in the US, Europe, Japan and Australia before Geffen Records pulled their financial support for the tour, with Slash returning to Guns N' Roses and Slash's Snakepit disbanding.
Following his departure from Guns N' Roses in 1996, Slash formed the cover band Slash's Blues Ball. After a tour in 1997, Slash approached Blues Ball bassist Johnny Griparic about forming a new lineup of Slash's Snakepit. The new lineup consisted of Slash, Griparic, singer Rod Jackson, guitarist Ryan Roxie, and drummer Matt Laug (Roxie and Laug were both former members of Alice Cooper's solo band). They recorded and released their second album, entitled Ain't Life Grand, in 2000, which was preceded by a tour supporting AC/DC and followed by their own headlining tour. For the tour, Keri Kelli joined the group in place of Ryan Roxie, who departed following the completion of the album. However, after the final show, Slash disbanded Snakepit due to a lack of commitment from his band members. Shortly after, Slash formed Velvet Revolver in 2002, along with drummer and fellow Guns N' Roses member Matt Sorum.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slash's_Snakepit
Studio albums
It's Five O'Clock Somewhere (1995)
Ain't Life Grand (2000)
Ain't Life Grand
Slash's Snakepit Lyrics
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Should've called, got caught up in the scene
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right
Gonna be comin' home but baby, not tonight
The reason I'm stayin' is everythin's swayin'
It feels too good to leave
Pay all the bullshit, send me the receipts
I don't know where I'll be
The bayou's callin', the gypsy's out tonight
French Quarter lamps are burnin'
Lamps are burning bright
Now I'm the kind of man
That will throw caution to the wind, all night long
I'll be here 'til the end
The caravan awaits me in a place within my mind
Wish you could be here oh another time
Whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah,
Ain't life grand
All the pushin', and huggin', and pushin' and tuggin'
And whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah,
Ain't life grand
All the pissin' and moanin' and jerkin' me off
I said Whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
Ain't life grand,
Ain't life grand
Oh, ain't life grand
Oh whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
All the drinkin' and takin' and fakin' it all
I said whoo hoo, yeah yeah, ain't life grand
All The touchin' and feelin' and bumpin' and squealin'
Now whoo hoo, oh yeah ain't life grand
All the kickin' and screamin', all the lyin', and cheatin'
Now whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
Ain't life grand, ain't life grand
Ain't it grand baby?
Ain't life grand baby
Ain't life grand mama
Sweet daddy grand
Mama grand, brother grand, woman grand
Papa grand, granny grand Baby grand
Oh I need a damn gram
Slash's Snakepit's "Ain't Life Grand" is a song about living in New Orleans for the summer and not wanting to leave as everything is going well. The opening lines of the song establish the setting and the singer's dilemma. He was supposed to leave New Orleans, but he has gotten too caught up in the scene to leave. He is fully aware that nothing is perfect but is still reluctant to leave. The lines "Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right/Gonna be comin' home but baby, not tonight" encapsulate his mood.
The singer expresses his love for New Orleans and its cultural richness. He refers to the bayou's call, the gypsies, and the French Quarter lamps that are "burnin' bright." The lines "Now I'm the kind of man/That will throw caution to the wind, all night long/I'll be here 'til the end" suggest that the singer is a free spirit and enjoys living in the moment.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Ain't life grand" in different contexts. It alludes to the ups and downs of life, the good and bad experiences that make life what it is. In summary, the song is about living life to the fullest and not wanting to leave a place where everything seems perfect.
Line by Line Meaning
The end of the summer, down in New Orleans
Summer is ending and the singer is in New Orleans
Should've called, got caught up in the scene
The singer should have called but got carried away in the moment
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right
The situation is not entirely good or bad
Gonna be comin' home but baby, not tonight
The artist plans to go back home, just not tonight
The reason I'm stayin' is everythin's swayin'
The artist is enjoying the atmosphere and doesn't want to leave
It feels too good to leave
The singer is having such a good time that leaving would feel wrong
Pay all the bullshit, send me the receipts
The singer is willing to deal with the negative aspects of the trip
I don't know where I'll be
The artist is uncertain about their future plans
The bayou's callin', the gypsy's out tonight
The artist is hearing the call of the bayou and the presence of a gypsy
French Quarter lamps are burnin'
The lamps in the French Quarter are lit
Lamps are burning bright
The lamps are shining brightly
Now I'm the kind of man
The artist is a certain type of person
That will throw caution to the wind, all night long
The singer is willing to take risks throughout the night
I'll be here 'til the end
The singer plans to stay until the end of the night
The caravan awaits me in a place within my mind
The singer has a mental image of a caravan waiting for them
Wish you could be here oh another time
The artist wishes someone else could be there with them
Ain't life grand
Life is pretty great
All the pushin', and huggin', and pushin' and tuggin'
Life is full of ups and downs
And whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
The singer agrees that life is great
All the pissin' and moanin' and jerkin' me off
Life has its frustrating moments
All The touchin' and feelin' and bumpin' and squealin'
Life is full of sensual experiences
All the kickin' and screamin', all the lyin', and cheatin'
Life can be chaotic and deceitful
Aint it grand baby?
The singer is emphasizing how great life is
Ain't life grand mama
The artist is addressing their grandmother, saying how great life is
Sweet daddy grand
The singer is addressing their father and calls him sweet
Mama grand, brother grand, woman grand
The singer is addressing different people in their family and saying how great life is
Papa grand, granny grand Baby grand
The singer is addressing different people in their family and saying how great life is
Oh I need a damn gram
The artist wants a gram (likely referring to a drug)
Lyrics Ā© POCKET LAUG MUSIC
Written by: JOHNNY D GRIPARIC, MATTHEW J LAUG, ROD JACKSON, RODNEY JACKSON, RYAN ROXIE, SAUL HUDSON
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@FromMyEyesToYours
Just an FYI update on Rod Jackson. As of 2021 he is still a total fountain of energy... creative spirit... musical knowledge... kindness... humor... fun... and engaging goodwill toward others. We meet up from time to time and it's always a treat-- and never ends without at least some kind of vocal jam and a trivia standoff on virtually every genre of music history and artist. Ya just gotta love the guy.. and equally as important.. still an honorable stalwart of humble love for every fan of his work. That sentiment in him is completely genuine and I just thought y'all would like to know that.
@JohnSmith-iv8gr
It's sad how slash stabbed him in the back and ruined his career. Rod could have been super successful.
@60secondsofhope
Glad to hear it. Such an amazing talent. Glad heās healthy and sober.
@chemarodriguez6699
@@JohnSmith-iv8gr What exactly happened?
@ononononononono
does he have any social media?
@HydrationIsMer
Some good Budokai action.
@DistortionGainTreble
I REALLY don't get how this band and this album wasn't hugely successfull. Every damn song on this album is a hit
@robertedwards8578
This song has it all soul blues and a good time feeling. I play it all the time...
@SuperShrooms
In my head I see a bunch of Skeletons in top hats playing with their bones for instruments lol.
@cornela1
Haha I see it too! The intro feels like a Ā“rocked upĀ“ Cab Calloway song somehow