Ladies, I apologize in advance: this blog is going to be written from a
distinctly male perspective! I’m taking
the week off from my relentless pursuit of tone and speaker dissection to have
a little fun. Next week we’ll be back to
our regularly scheduled programming; but for now, let’s kick back and have a
little fun. Ya ready?
Okay guys, when it comes right down to it, why did you start playing
guitar? Be honest, to get chicks! Right?
Dude, when I was 13, I was like human girl repellant. I was barely over five feet tall, and was
absolutely terrible at any and all sports.
If my future was to include a girlfriend, I needed to do SOMETHING
quick. Short Story: I got a guitar and
amp, started a band with some kids from one town over (who didn’t know what a
dweeb I was), did a few gigs, and ... vola!
Vaughn the dweeb was put to rest, and Vaughn the guitar player was
born. Sprinkle a little guitar
pixie-dust over most any guy and the girls come running. My girlfriend problem
was solved. I’ve been playing outta my
league ever since. It’s proof you want? I present exhibit A: my beautiful wife of
Kim coulda had any guy, but she didn’t want just ANY guy, she wanted me ... a
Having trouble with the ladies? It’s
never too late to assert your awesome guitarness.
Here are some pointers: Always
have a pocket full of picks, so when the ladies can’t actually see you with a
guitar, you can casually pull one out when reaching for your keys. Wear guitar related clothing & jewelry ...
not the tourist/fan crap ... the good stuff: like t-shirts put out by
manufacturers. What gal can resist a guy
in a U.S.A. Gibson shirt? None that I’ve
Oh, and when you actually are on stage, cop a pose like my buddy Brian
Downing & you’ll have to hire a body guard to keep the groupies at bay!