i could so fall in love with a guitarist. it would be so easy…because i’m practically rendered helpless after a few skillfully plucked notes. just a puddle of goo…it’s shameful, really.
but i can’t help it…i love guitar, i love it so hard i’m not even gonna try and hide it. i can’t, actually — i tried once.
but the thing is, i don’t want to date a musician (again); because the more i think about it the less i feel like i’m totally lusting after whoever’s playing the instrument of my desire (see also: les claypool, slash & aaron lewis), and more like i’m totally swooning over the guitar itself.
there are, of course, exceptions. jimi hendrix rockin’ out on a 1954 les paul custom is just so orgasmically awesome that i need to take a moment to breathe and savor that…
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yeah…it’s that good.
and we all know i’ll forever have a special place in my heart specifically for gavin rossdale. guitar + guitarist/singer sandwich i would love to be in the middle of (except how do you wash off the gwen stefani?).
those are exceptions.
but no matter how much i love aaron lewis, i don’t get nearly excited over him as i do his guitar. and the numerous bass players that are just too fucking cool for school. some of those mofos are sad sacks of ugly — with talent of the gods! — yet i love them anyway. but more and more, i love their guitars more than them. if that makes sense.
there’s not quite anything that gets me all breathless & excited like walking into guitar center and gently plucking a finely-tuned 12-string. or fingering a killer bass. acoustic, electric…they all have a special place in my heart…and i want them.
i want them so bad.
so much more than i want anyone who plays them.
and while musican’s are nice…or rather, guitarists. and there’s something to be said about the strong hands one gets from endlessly playing chords & such (ahem)…none of that is as exciting to me as the guitar.
the smooth neck, the frets, the taut strings, pickups & finish.
i want it.
i want it now.
(and i still want to learn to actually play something other than the random noises i make, but i also kind of feel like that could be a little too…intimate?)
or really, what i should do is stop going to guitar center’s website.
maybe.
