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Bonking The Bass Player (Hmmmm good) (In The Bed)
via Ms. Starshine Roshell, the author of "Broad Assumptions."
Listen, I've dated a lot of musicians. And if you're looking for a band member who can make your soul wail a power ballad, there's no better choice than a bass player. (This commentary is about men because that's how I roll, but Kim Gordon, Sheryl Crow, Aimee Mann, Suzi Quatro, Kim Deal, Meshell N'degeocello: respect.)
Here's why the bass player is the best rocker to pluck your strings:
• What's sexier than a man who doesn't need to be the center of attention -- who's content to sit back and hold a thing together from the bottom up? That sort of hang-backedness speaks to a deep-rooted confidence, an honorable work ethic even, that can only be described as hotness amplified.
• There's something to be said about an instrument that makes your whole howdy-do rumble. And that something is this: "Yes, please."
• Bass players are classy. Think McCartney and Sting--not Flea, who's a drummer in bass players' clothing (which apparently is a tube sock). The very fact that you don't know who played bass for most of the great American bands is testament to the bass player's humility. And if modesty doesn't sound sexy, then wake up just once next to a lead singer -- go on, I dare you -- and see how quickly "unassuming" becomes music to your ears.
• Bass players don't care if you notice this, but theirs is the manliest instrument in a rock band. It's the biggest and heaviest. And the strings are rope-thick, which gives bass players strong fingers, and we'll just leave that right there.
To be clear, no one is suggesting you date a musician. They keep odd hours, are hard of hearing, and believe that actual income-generating work harshes their carefully cultivated mellow. Plus you'll be expected to do a lot of stage-side swaying and swooning as though you hadn't heard that exact song played that exact way 17 kajillion times before.
But if your inner groupie simply won't be stifled, don't fret. Just snag yourself a four-stringed fella. And keep some earplugs handy.
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Bonking The Bass Player (Hmmmm good) (In The Bed)
via Ms. Starshine Roshell, the author of "Broad Assumptions."
Listen, I've dated a lot of musicians. And if you're looking for a band member who can make your soul wail a power ballad, there's no better choice than a bass player. (This commentary is about men because that's how I roll, but Kim Gordon, Sheryl Crow, Aimee Mann, Suzi Quatro, Kim Deal, Meshell N'degeocello: respect.)
Here's why the bass player is the best rocker to pluck your strings:
• What's sexier than a man who doesn't need to be the center of attention -- who's content to sit back and hold a thing together from the bottom up? That sort of hang-backedness speaks to a deep-rooted confidence, an honorable work ethic even, that can only be described as hotness amplified.
• There's something to be said about an instrument that makes your whole howdy-do rumble. And that something is this: "Yes, please."
• Bass players are classy. Think McCartney and Sting--not Flea, who's a drummer in bass players' clothing (which apparently is a tube sock). The very fact that you don't know who played bass for most of the great American bands is testament to the bass player's humility. And if modesty doesn't sound sexy, then wake up just once next to a lead singer -- go on, I dare you -- and see how quickly "unassuming" becomes music to your ears.
• Bass players don't care if you notice this, but theirs is the manliest instrument in a rock band. It's the biggest and heaviest. And the strings are rope-thick, which gives bass players strong fingers, and we'll just leave that right there.
To be clear, no one is suggesting you date a musician. They keep odd hours, are hard of hearing, and believe that actual income-generating work harshes their carefully cultivated mellow. Plus you'll be expected to do a lot of stage-side swaying and swooning as though you hadn't heard that exact song played that exact way 17 kajillion times before.
But if your inner groupie simply won't be stifled, don't fret. Just snag yourself a four-stringed fella. And keep some earplugs handy.
