So I’m back with my guitar. Again.
We’ve been on-and-off since senior year of college, when I first played long and well enough to get callouses on my fingers. But then I fell hard and fast for the piano in the basement of my dorm. That battered old beast was missing several keys and was frequently out of tune, but I could stay up all night playing and writing without disturbing my roommate.
At the time, I self-justified. Piano was my first love, after all. I’d spent my childhood studying and practicing (and practicing) flute, voice and theory, but I’d always fantasized about – maybe – one day – being a pianist. Or at least marrying a super cute, super hot piano major, maybe that guy with shaggy hair who would play Chopin etudes by memory with the practice room door open…
But the truth is, I’m still by myself in the world (the aforementioned piano hotties having turned out to be wanting or gay), and I’m still a mediocre pianist. Yet my guitar has sat in my room for years and years, feeling alone and (un)used.
And I thought my love life was fucked up.
But slowly, slowly, my guitar and I have come around. There’s something lovely about holding it in my hands. I don’t feel swallowed up the way I often do in front of a piano – even a keyboard. I can rattle off the chords I want to play far more easily on a piano, but there’s something more resonant in the tones of the guitar strings vibrating against my fingers. I’ve come around to the feeling that there’s something indescribably empowering about playing, and learning, and loving, and singing with a guitar.
As soon as I spotted it on Flavorpill, I’ve been obsessively listening to this playlist: indie rocker Marnie Stern’s list of the top 10 female guitarists. The accompanying YouTube clips don’t begin to do these ladies justice, but anything is a start. Given our cultural obsession with (sexy!) male musicians (as we’ve said before, even douchebags like John Mayer are – WTF?! – pretty sexy!), too many female rockers, past and present, get lost and set aside.
So, listen up! These ladies are awesome. And inspiring.
And now I’m really learning the f*cking guitar.
Rebecca Coale - aka Becky - is a writer, musician and producer. She and childhood best friend Jessica Massa co-created The Gaggle and co-founded J&R Creative Media. Becky blogs about love poetry and modern womanhood. She lives with her husband, Howard Coale, and their family in Manhattan and Philadelphia.
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