I stared at the cover a lot. And I gawked at the inside album art even longer, wondering what the hell they were all wearing, vaguely aware that they were badass and I was not.
The only song my mom ever played off of Guns N' Roses Use Your Illusion I was "November Rain." And she always turned it off before what I later discovered was the good part: When the horns and strings kicked in as Slash dances on top of the piano, ripping into the solo as Axl moans like a wounded cat. This would not surprise you, given that her favorite artist was Rod Stewart.
It's probably been six years since I've heard Slash's squealing guitar on that stereo, or anything else, that still makes me giddy.