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GUITARS ARE LIKE SEX...


That's why I love Michael Schenker!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Why This Schenker-Lust?

I never really considered big blonde guys to be my type. How did this happen to me?

I can think of several reasons...

I love a man with a guitar, especially if he can really make it scream. I may be no more than a third-rate rhythm guitarist, but it's an important common ground for me. I made the mistake of marrying a man without a musical bone in his entire body and we all know how well THAT worked out...
* oozing sarcasm *

Then there are those big, blue, haunted eyes of his. The eyes are mirrors of the soul, or so they say. Michael must have a beautiful soul. I could stare into those eyes forever...

But mostly I think that what really does it is his desperate desire (need) to be loved. One trip to his website and I could see it. For all that life has beaten him up, he remains naive and trustng, almost childlike. In some ways this frightens me, but mostly it makes me want to hold him close and protect him from the cruelty of the world....

the nasty "fans"
those who would use him then toss him aside
those who expect him to be nothing more than an eternal fuck-up
those who look at him and can't see anything but the guitar...



"Is this lust?
Is love?
Whatever it is
I can't get enough..."

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