When thinking of great rock guitarists, I'm generally awash with images of thin men in tight pants through which they exude some sort of super-sexual musk that increases in intensity when they shred. I lament not maturing in an era past, perhaps the sixties, seventies, or eighties. I would certainly have entertained the thought of becoming a groupie. I may have even been successful in consummating my adoration with a rock god, though I doubt it (I have a condition that doesn't allow me to speak to or approach famous people). It's not often that I hear a shredding guitar solo and feel sisterly adoration, instead of feeling kind of turned-on. There are tons of lady singers with strong throaty rock voices to idolize, but there’s something about the technicality of a guitar that makes it just a little bit more badass. I mean, maybe Nancy Wilson from Heart has a little bit of that, but she was just the rhythm guitarist. I'm talking behind the back, finger-tapping, teeth-using, reverb-y guitar playing. Licks.Continue reading "Grrrls Rock"
