lyrics, innuendo or straight up sex
rock and roll, raw and visceral.
Even with it all stripped away
with no words, the singer silenced
there's always the guitar.
Electric shredding
gentle acoustic
grinding, whining
and begging
mellow, warm
and soothing
Plucking the strings of the soul,
willing the hips and swaying the body.
Leaning long on the whammy bar
the guitarist plays the inside out.
Reading what you want,
leaning in and playing to libido,
his and yours.
Sensual, primitive, sultry
riffing hot on his instrument.
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| Two of my favorite guitar players: Dave Rude and Frank Hannon of Tesla. |
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