Band Member Bliss
by Ali Ashton
aashton@armadamag.com

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 estrogen.

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?  Point made.

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 request..Knockin' Boots!

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 giggles!  ;)

Ali
aashton@armadamag.com