by Ali Ashton
Since the days of Sinatra and even earlier, music has made
women's legs wobble. Elvis added his own kind of
shake, but musicians have a power of their own once the amps
are rockin' and tunes are jammed, we turn into jelly.
Every woman knows that there is just something special about
a man that can sing, perform or play an instrument.
It's like Campbell's Soup makes you say "Mmm, mmm
Good!" On the everyday streets that particular
front man may not even make you turn your head, but dang
when he sets foot on stage and grabs a hold of that mic,
it's a different tune. There are countless women in
the crowd wishing they could be the microphone for a minute.
I have to admit, I am one of those lusting balls of
Who in their right mind would on a regular day and before
American Idol days think Clay Aikon was super glam material?
Did you see him at the beginning of the competition before
people taught him how to dress and fixed his hair?
But are these desires worth all the fuss? Sure they are
something fun to drool over during the set but if something
were to happen with a band member, is there seriously a
possibility of a romantic relationship forming more serious
than a mere hookup? Granted I have been in this
position and those nights are fun and those daydreams are
pretty entertaining (from what I think I remember
correctly!) But please don't wait by the phone for
this gentleman jack to actually call. Unless you
accept the role of being the late night booty call girl then
you aren't band member material. Next.
For me, I am at the age were I look for talent, charisma and
a hot bod all in one package in a potential love interest,
and lord knows some of these musicians have it all, except
for that monogamy thing. Who would want to, there are
thousands of beauties literally bowing to their feet and
wanting.one more song! I know which song I would
But seriously, I've had this wonderful fairy tale dream come
to life and it wasn't as colorful as the picture painted in
my head led me to believe. Granted, that night in
particular sticks out in my mind as fun and very hazy, but
the no phone calls and no communication after the fact
hurts! Excuse me, there was ONE phone call, of which I
term as the "courtesy call," meaning he called
with no intention of getting together. Merely so I
could never say, "And he NEVER called."
Pretty smooth on his part, I must admit!
Face it, we have all been played like one of the many
strings on his very own guitar. No need to sing me your sad
song because I have a few of my own. But it won't stop
me from drooling over those hotties on the stage, I will be
right there in front, or possibly stalking from the back
row! But I am still in the game for plain shits and