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Sexy guitargasms
I was watching a video on Youtube of Marty Friedman in Thessaloniki, Greece – being joined on stage by Greece’s #1 guitar hero Gus G. When those two great players started playing, I spontaneously thought to myself: “Man… What a GUITARGASM…!”
I laughed and wondered where the hell I got THAT word from. It just seemed like the only appropriate word for it. Was it even a real word?? I had to check, so I googled it.Turns out that it was very much a word used to describe the sexual symbolism in guitarplaying. Definition of guitargasm #1:
“The look of sheer ecstacy on one’s face while playing a guitar solo – usually triggered by a long, sustained note or bend. Looks very similar to the person’s “o”- face”
Definition #2:
“The expression of often orgasmical ecstacy shown whilst playing guitar. Most commonly used during shredding”
I often thought of that actually, how sometimes when I see guitarists getting into a solo, or just playing for an enthusiastic crowd, they get that facial expression that most of us women have seen many times.. :-) Well, you know…. That expression. ;-P
There’s a lot to be said about the erotic symbolism of the guitar. Speaking of Gus G, this was something I actually thought of a few months ago while watching the Firewind live DVD.
At times he played so passionately that… not only could you see it in his face that he was totally into what he was doing, but he actually played as if he was making love to his guitar.
“Embrace the gun”??
Yngwie had that quality too. His hands were flying up and down the neck and over the body of his guitar. He could really make it look sexy, eventhough he wasn’t exactly a pretty boy.
My sister once mentioned something about that when we were talking about music. She said that there was actually scientific proof that women could get aroused by watching a man play guitar, simply because of the shape of the instrument and the musicians hands skillfully handling it.It was a subconscious thing apparently.
Quite honestly, I never heard of that before, but it sounded like it made some sense. So I started looking for more info on the subject.
The first thing that came up when I was searching for more info on this delicate but interesting subject, was ART. More specifically, Picasso and a painting called Reclining Nude with a Man Playing the Guitar.
I’m not an art expert by any means, but the common interpretation of the painting was very interesting. I’m taking the liberty of copying it as is:
“Is xxx suggesting that the guitar — the male artist’s instrument in more ways than one — is more important than the nude, who is an incidental accompaniment to the strident music of the colors and bizarre interplay of the shapes?
Is the covert point of Millei’s transformation of Picasso’s painting to suggest the dominance and consequence of the man and the submission and inconsequence of the woman?
But let’s not forget that Picasso’s guitar is shaped like a female body, suggesting that when the man plays it he is copulating with the nude in unconscious fantasy. He is after all playing the guitar to seduce her.
Also, the guitar’s opening has become a surreal hole-nipple, suggesting that it is a dream condensation of the female body, and also an abstract condensation of concave and convex forms.
The guitar’s long, fretted neck is clearly suggestive of the penis, suggesting that the guitar is also a dream condensation of heterosexual intercourse. But playing the guitar may mean that making art is masturbating and is thus fundamentally narcissistic, whatever the accompanying fantasy of a stimulating woman.
As Hanna Segal suggests, to make good art is to make beautiful music with oneself, while to have good sex is to make beautiful music with someone else.
This again affirms the primary importance of the actively playing male artist and the secondary importance of the passively reclining female nude, even if she physically occupies more of Picasso’s painting than he does.”
Who knew that there was so much to be said about the guitar and the symbolism of it?!
I was never that much into guitars when I first got into metal (which to me is the ultimate guitar-music), but after hearing Yngwie, how could I resist?!
I always loved good music, passionate music and most of all, passionate musicians – regardless of the instrument they’ve chosen.
I’m crazy about drums, and a good drummer can make me feel musically high. There is definitely something very sexy about drums too – it’s very primal, very masculine, aggressive and powerful.
Hell, you can make anything to be about sex if you want to. :-)
You live and learn. And all this just because I watched a video with two cool guitarplayers sharing a small club-stage in Greece. :-)
Seriously, how cool is this – I totally dig it:
Crazy fans and idols
What defines a true fan?
To me, being passionately into something is the essence of life, whether it’s sports, arts, fashion or music. As long as it gives you “THAT” indescribable feeling of euphoria.
Rock-fans are those insane people that are willing to do anything to get an adrenaline kick at a show, for instance
They will stand out in the cold and the rain all day long to get a front row spot, they will walk in mud, shit and piss at festivals, they will fight like dogs to keep the spot they managed to get, or they will be assholes and try to hurt others to steal theirs.
Fans LOVE music, they would do anything for it.
This is my take on the fan-phenomenon.
Rock’n’roll is like religion, in many ways. You worship your idols.When I look up the definition of these two words, it makes perfect sense:
Worship – “ceremonies, prayers, or other religious forms by which this love is expressed”
Idol – “an object of worship“, “a false god” or “One that is adored, often blindly or excessively.”
Anyone who is or has ever been a true fan of music knows how music can make you feel. It can be very difficult to explain to those who haven’t felt it.
I’m not religious, but it’s what I imagine that those who worship Jesus feel when they go to church. It’s just that extatic feeling that is beyond anything.
It’s love on a higher level. It’s blind adoration. And just like people do strange things when they fall in love, fans do the same with their idols sometimes.
I know exactly what it’s like. People who write the music that means so much to you – like Judas Priest in my case – become somewhat unreal because they are able to create something that touches your heart. That is magic. It’s precious.
My way of expressing my appreciation was usually by writing to the bands and artists I loved the most. I’m a bit embarrassed by it today, because what I used to do when I was younger, is not necessarily what I would do today. However, it served its purpose to some degree.
The reason I even became friends with Skid Row for instance, was because I started out as a huge fan. At the time, I figured that the only way I would get noticed by a band that received tons of fan-mail every day, was to do something crazy. Something that nobody else would do.
I ended up writing the longest fan-mail in the world. It was on TV and everything. I was in the Guinness book of world records for that thing and as it happens, Sebastian Bach called me one evening to say thank you.
[A local TV-station wanted to find out more about the record-breaking-fan letter. Here I am, 20 years old with my Skid Row t-shirt and Yngwie guitar-pick necklace, talking about writing letters and hard rock in general. Oh yeah… it’s in SWEDISH by the way. :-D]
He was excited, couldn’t believe someone would do something like that, and it took him a week to read it, but he did read the whole thing (I know he did, because he kept mentioning things years after, that had been in that letter).
What took me 6 months to write, took him a week to plough through. Mission accomplished.I did get noticed and it all went from there. I’ve always been a fan of Skid Row but I related differently to them as the years went by and as I got to know them better. I don’t think of them as “idols” anymore, I think of them as friends, and we go way back.
Being a huge fan often means that the band and the music means more than anything else.
Back in 1998 I was so taken by the Whitesnake-shows that I absolutely wanted to see more shows in England. I couldn’t afford it, so I decided to sell my furniture to finance the trip. Said and done. I couldn’t even afford Christmas-presents that year, but it was so worth it! I still don’t regret doing that.
I’ve been standing out in the cold and the rain for hours, waiting for an artist to show up at the stage door. I’ve waited in hotel lobbies for hours, sometimes DAYS, for bands I wanted to meet.
I remember once, a pissed off guy wrote to me and said that “chicks like me” got everything for free. He figued that because I was female and not necessarily butt-ugly, I had the red carpet rolled out every time I showed up somewhere. Think again – pal.
While he was probably hanging at some pub getting wasted before a show, I was freezing my ass off outside the stage door in the hopes of meeting a nice bus driver or roadie or whoever, who would put me on a guest list. I never asked, it just usually kind of came up in the conversation.
I was cold and hungry many times just because I wanted to meet the people whose music I adored. I was ready to sacrifice anything for that.
I have bought tons of records in my life, I can’t even BEGIN to explain how much money I’ve spent on merchandise, trips, concert tickets, records, videos, books…memorabilia – ANYTHING music related!
I’ve been all over the world, seen hundreds, probably thousands of concerts in my life, and then some asshole tells me that I got things for free just because I’m female?
Oh, give me a break.
As a fan I’ve given my idols gifts every now and then as well. David Coverdale mentioned in the interview I did with him, that he loved art and used to study art. But he hadn’t painted anything in a long time.
I thought that was a shame, and figured that during all the hours alone in a hotel room or on buses and planes, he should find the time to do a bit of sketching again – and be creative in more than one way. So I bought a sketch-pad and a few various artist-pencils, in a professional art store. I had it sent to his room as a small token of my appreciation for him giving me a great interview.
I think he liked it. At least there was a thought behind it.
I remember giving Chris Holmes of W.A.S.P a necklace with a special kind of stone that was said to bring luck to its owner.
Not that I was a particular fan of Chris’ but when I was hanging with the band for about a week during their Helldorado-tour, he was being very nice to me, and seemed to enjoy hanging with me. I liked his non-bullshit attitude.
He had not had an easy life, and I just felt some kind of sympathy for him, so I gave him the necklace.God, the look on his face when he got it..! :) He looked like a five-year old on Christmas Eve! He had this huge smile and went: “Wow! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
I’ll never forget his expression, he was truly happy about the gift. I love seeing people happy – rock stars or not. :)
I was talking to Rachel Bolan (Skid Row) a few years ago, I think it was in 2003 or something, and he was bummed because he had left his books at home and was bored out on the road. There was nothing to do, nothing to watch as the hotel rooms often only had news channels, he complained. Remember that this was before everybody had a laptop and access to wireless internet everywhere…
I was going to see Skid Row in Copenhagen two days later, so I went out and bought him Lemmy’s biography “White Line Fever” and gave him that when he came off the tour bus in Copenhagen.
He was so glad that he got a cool book to read. About an hour later, he came over to me and asked: “How much do I owe you?” I wanted to say that the enormous kicks that Skid Row had given me with their music and live-shows over the years, was more than payment enough, but that would have sounded dorky, so I just played it cool and went: “Nothing, we’re good…”.
A few months ago, I saw that Gus G was doing a live-on-the-air interview and I was looking for info about what time it was scheduled for. I went to the Firewind-page on Facebook and noticed a guy that had commented on lots of stuff on there. He seemed to be a super-mega-huge fan of Gus G.
I have to admit that I first thought “is this guy gay or something?” when I saw his photo-albums that contained hundreds of photos of Gus. Somebody called him a “stalker” and his response was:
Well when a guy admires an artist as much as I do, people call you obsessed …The artist might consider you creepy or wonder about your sexual preferences.. It’s hard to express your admiration or respect for an artist while maintaining a balance of “when is too much?”
He most certainly is. I ended up chatting with the guy one evening and he was actually pretty cool to talk to. Nuts? Crazy? No doubt about it, but 100% dedicated and quite honestly – isn’t it for that kind of people that the artists are making their music – really?
[Gus G © Patric Ullaeus, revolver.se]
When you start playing, you want people to notice, to like what you do, maybe you want your music to touch other people’s hearts and perhaps make a difference in someone’s life.
Well. Gus totally changed that guy’s life. Recently, he sent me a very long e-mail where he explained exactly where this adoration comes from and why. After I read it, I asked him if he had ever told Gus his story. He said no. He was afraid that he might think he was out of his mind.
If it had been me that had received a letter like that, being an artist, I would have been moved to tears. That was some pretty heavy, personal stuff. I could see why he thought so highly of Gus and all the things he does as a fan kind of make sense now when I understand the background.
It’s 5 pages long and I will have to edit it quite a lot before posting it. I asked the guy for permission to publish it, and he said it was cool. I will let him read the edited version before posting it, and add it as a “Part 2” of this blog.
Some fans are just more fans than others.
To be continued….
Rock stars – to the core
Went to the annual book-sale and bought “I am Ozzy“. I know it’s long overdue but I rarely have the time or energy for reading nowadays.
I love biographies, especially rock-bios. They can shed a new light on the artist’s music and make it even more interesting.
Suddenly, you get those subtle little things, you understand bits and pieces in a song that you only interpreted your own way before. When you get somebody’s background, and a clearer idea of their personality, it just kinda changes the interpretation of their music a bit. Well, that’s the way it works for me anyway.
One of the first rock’n’roll biographies I ever read was “And I Don’t Want to Live This Life“, about Nancy Spungen, Sid Vicious’ girlfriend. I read that book over and over again, it looked like shit after a while, it was all worn out. Not that she had anything to do with the actual music but she is a part of music history in a way, the more tragic part of it.
The second one I think was “No One Here Gets Out Alive“, about Jim Morrison. He was just… crazy. I’m not even sure I liked the person he was described as in that book, but I think I might have been too young when I read it. Some things are easier to understand when you get older and have a bit more experience… I might read that again someday.
The last book I read was Lemmy’s bio “White Line Fever“. It was funny, definitely different from most biographies and just very… Lemmy. He has a kind of arrogant sarcasm that you associate with the person he is known as, that cool rocker who personifies rock’n’roll. It was a lot more interesting to go back to old Motorhead albums after reading that book. Once you think you understand the person better, you also understand his music better.
A biography that really moved me was Nikki Sixx’ “Heroin Diaries“. It was so naked, so stripped down, so dirty and raw. It is extremely touching because you can clearly see the tormented soul behind all that rockstar-drug-addict-crap.
He was hiding nothing in Heroin Diaries. It must have taken a lot of guts to do it, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have published that book if he hadn’t grown as a person, become more confident and more secure with who he is.
I was bawling my eyes out when I read it, cause a lot of it also reminded me a lot of someone I knew. That book actually helped that friend of mine and I’m eternally grateful to Nikki for writing it.
And now Ozzy. I’ve only just started reading it, but I already get an idea of who he is and the chaos he’s been dealing with his whole life.
He admits to insanity running in the family, but at the same time I can’t help wondering if his insanity is actually more sane in some strange way, than what we call “normal“…
He might be crazy, but there is a lot of logic in his perception of the world and his reality. Most of all, dispite all that madness that he has made his trademark over the years, he comes across as a very warm and caring person, in his own Ozzy-way.
[@ 2:45 approx…]
I immediately thought of a segment in one of the OzTV-episodes when he was praising Gus G for his playing, trying to encourage him to take his rightful place in history as a great guitarplayer in his own right. He is not just Zakk Wylde’s-successor – he is Gus fuckin’ G!
That part moved me to tears. Like a father-figure, Ozzy was trying to teach this young guy how to fly, how to spread his wings and go wherever he wants to go. It was a wonderful moment.
I can’t wait to finish the book.
I started reading Bruce Dickinson’s bio too but never finished it. Same with Rick Springfield’s “Late, late at night“. I will. I find it inspiring to read those books.
What I’m looking for is never the scandal stories, although you usually get those anyway, it kind of comes with the territory, but I’m looking for a portrait of the person behind the music. The person, when he’s stripped down to just being a PERSON instead of being a “rockstar“. That’s when it gets interesting. That’s when I can connect and relate, and understand. I admire those who have the balls to put themselves out there and open up to the whole world without fear.
I respect and admire those who can express their thoughts and emotions, without restrictions, without limits and most of all those who are brave enough to leave the image and the rockstar pesona that they created – or just somehow became victims of.
I would really like to write Gus G’s bio, because he is an interesting person. He is mysterious in the sense that he never talks about himself on a personal, deeper level, or maybe people are just too afraid to ask.
It feels like such a waste when the only thing people ever want to know when they’re interviewing Gus, is what strings, amps or pedals he uses. Of course they do, he’s a guitar hero. But he is exactly the kind of artist that I would want to know more about as a person.I was sitting there one day with tons of questions buzzing through my head. I wrote them down and next thing I knew, I had 3 pages with questions. The path from Thessaloniki, Greece to the world arenas with Ozzy... You tell me there’s not a damn interesting story there already!
Gus felt it was too soon for a bio, he was “just beginning” to build his career. “Maybe in ten years”.
I will be following his career with great interest, not only because he’s an amazing guitarplayer, but because he sticks out as the down-to-earth guy. I hope someday to be able to find out who the man behind the guitar really is.
Even if I don’t get the honor to write the story of his life, but someone else does, I hope it will reveal who this guitar-wiz truly is. That’s something that I’ll be looking forward to.
That might be a future project, to write biographies. It takes a lot of time and and patience to do all that background research and then put it together to something that people will enjoy reading – just the way I love to lose myself in these biographies.
But for now, I’ll leave the PC to go enjoy my copy of “I am Ozzy“….
The world needs guitar heroes
Nothing symbolises rock’n’roll like an electric GUITAR.
What would rock be without its guitar heroes, the axemen and axewomen who can speak through their strings – translate their inner musical visions through their fingertips??
My first guitarhero was YNGWIE MALMSTEEN. I loved, loved loved everything he did, from the early Alcatrazz-stuff, to his first Rising Force instrumental album and to my favorite “Trilogy” and up to “Odyssey” which was a fantastic album in my opinion. He had Joe Lynn Turner singing on it for gods sake, how could you go wrong?! :)
In a way, it was thanks Yngwie that I got my first job at the newspaper Kvällsposten back in 1988. He was coming to Olympen, Lund, to do a show with the Odyssey-lineup and I wrote to Kvällsposten several times, begging them to bring me along if they were going to interview Yngwie. I wanted to see a music journalist in action cause I wanted to be one one day. So to me it was a great idea to kind of do both – meet Yngwie and watch a reporter in action, all at the same time.
I didn’t get to meet Yngwie on THAT visit to Lund, but the next time he played – I was there to interview him – for Kvällsposten. :) By then, they had given me the job as their rock-reporter because they saw, judging from my letters, that I could write and that I knew my music…!
[One of my absolute favorites… Black Star.]
I thought he was a musical genious.
I mean – he was WILD on stage! He was like a super-model, striking 30 different poses in one minute, yet he would continue playing that guitar like nobody’s business, it was breathtaking. How could you do all that running and posing and headbanging and still play like a modern Paganini and make it look like a piece of cake???
Yngwie is the ultimate guitar hero in my book.
[From one of my first meetings with Yngwie – at Olympen, Lund 1989.
He wouldn’t let the photographer take any pics before he got a Rolex on his wrist!
He had a whole BOX of Rolexes that he wanted help choosing from!
As far as I know, this photo was never published, I got it from the photographer as a gift because it hadn’t been used. :)]
My next guitar hero was PAUL GILBERT.
I wish I could say that I “discovered” him through Racer X but I didn’t. I got the Racer X-albums later but it was the first Mr Big-album that blew me away.
I get all excited just THINKING about it! :))
Paul was – no, Paul IS fantastic! What I loved about him, and still do, is his very personal style. He can show off but he always does it tastefully, and he always has an element of entertainment in everything he does. I adore his goofy sense of humor.
It was always fun and interesting seeing him in a new video, or live shows or something – cause he always had those crazy pants, suits, shirts, and and guitars! I remember the one with the fringes – and he was talking about it in an interview – or maybe in one of his first instruction-videos. He was laughing while explaining why he liked the fringes – and suddenly it made perfect sense. It looked cool and it kept his hands dry!
[My copy of Guitars That Rule The World – with Paul Gilbert’s signature on it]
I collected EVERYTHING there was with Paul Gilbert. I loved his Jimi Hendrix-solo album cause he has such a cool singing voice too. But one of my favorite things was a silly little tune that he played on a CD called “Guitars That Rule The World“, released by Guitar World back in 1992.
It had other great players on it: Yngwie, Nuno Bettencourt, Reb Beach, Zakk Wylde (although I’m not a Zakk-fan) and Richie Kotzen to name a few.
Paul’s contribution was this very goofy, fun melody that to me is 100% HIM. Anything goes!
It was called “I Understand Completely” (even the title is very…. Paul)
Found these on Youtube – the actual tune and Paul explaining how the song came about.
I travelled all over the place to see Mr Big, and of course, it was for one reason – mainly – and that was Paul Gilbert. I was backstage with the guys a few times and I was shocked because back in those days, there was one “prop” that you would always see backstage with EVERY band that came through town: Groupies.
There were barely any groupies backstage with Mr Big, just very few that kind of “had to” be there for the image of the band or whatever. The only one who gave a flying fuck about them was Billy who politely talked to one chick that was dressed in a white leather cowgirl outfit. Paul didn’t give a rats ass, he was eating cereal out of the box. Eric Martin didn’t care either. Don’t even remember where Pat was.
These guys were 100% musicians, not interested in the groupie-thing. Eventhough Paul wrote the kind of self-explanatory song “A little too loose” about his “side step” with a chick in Oklahoma city, he just seemed so nerdy that he wouldn’t know what to DO with those chicks. He was a rock star – yet he wasn’t. He was a musician, all the way, and I admired him even more after that.
I believe in telling people if they do something that I like – cause we could all use more positive feedback in life, in general.
So…. I wrote to Paul when he was out on the road (back in those days, without internet, you had to buy a music mag, check the dates and venues, and then try to send it to the venue that seemed closest, where they would actually receive the mail).
One day, when I got home from work, there was a letter for me. From some hotel in England? It was from Paul!!
I was really touched- he took time to reply, it was the sweetest thing. I’ve had that in a frame ever since. That – and his guitar pick. :)
Saw Mr Big everywhere and Billy Sheehan was the one who ended up talking to me every time, cause Paul was a kind of in his own little world most of the time – which was okay by me, I loved his musicianship, he could be whoever he wanted to be offstage.
Then there were no more guitar heroes for a while. Except for a short Steve Vai-period during the “The audience is listening“-time. I loved his crazy Ibanez-guitars, the one with the hysterical, insane neon colors and the HANDLE! :)
Then…. I went to NYC back in December, which was a dramatic story just that – might tell it again someday but not now… I had tickets for Toronto too but since my friend Kevin couldn’t go and my other friend Shawn had to cancel in the last minute too, I figured what the heck, I’ll skip Canada and just concentrate on the Madison Square Garden-gig.
I just wanted to see my hero ROB HALFORD. That was the purpose of even going to the show. My plan was to just see a few songs with Ozzy and then leave. I’ve seen Ozzy a bunch of times through the years. He is a living legend, NOTHING he’s ever done has ever been BAD. I love all his albums and all that, but I was tired after the ordeal even GETTING to New York that day when LaGuardia was closed and I had to get there from Nashville and Washington D.C by car….!
So I was a wreck when I finally got to the show. Of course, Halford gave me my energy back, I was HIGH after his gig, I mean, what can I say…. The man rules.
The plan was to check out a few songs with Ozzy and go back to the hotel to get some sleep.
But……. Change of plans!!
Zakk Wylde was out of the band, which I think was about time, cause Ozzy needed something new and fresh. And he sure found it.
GUS G is the new, modern guitar hero. I was blown away and time just flew. Tired? Oh yeah, I just forgot that I was. I didn’t miss a thing of Ozzy’s show at Madison Square Garden, and certainly not one single note of Gus’ playing or antics on stage. Holy crap.
Suddenly, Ozzy’s show wasn’t the “same old, same old” anymore. It was new, refreshed, ALIVE, interesting. And it’s because of a 30-year old Greek guy with a “hair-fan” and his ESP’s…!
I haven’t really been a “fan” of anything for a few years, but I felt like an enthusiastic kid again. You get kind of jaded after a while – I mean, I still love my old heroes but it’s hard to get me into the new stuff because nobody quite sticks out anymore. I grew up with larger-than-life rockstars. Those are pretty much extinct.
Gus G has brought it back to rock’n’roll.
What I love about that guy is his ENTHUSIASM, his true love for what he does – you just can’t miss that.
The guy really lives for his guitar.
I enjoy the OzTV-video blog episodes, so I subscribed to them. Almost in EVERY video, you see Gus sitting around somewhere playing his guitar. Before the show. During the show. After the show. In his sleep?? :-D
He plays with passion.
You see him on stage playing, and it’s with such intensity that it’s as if he’s making love to his guitar.
Classy, beautiful, aggressive, technical, heavy, his fingers are so fast that you’d swear you’re watching them with a motion-blur!
I like this guy because he is genuine. There’s nothing fake about him. It makes me curious to find out what lies behind his sincere, pure passion for guitarplaying.
That show in NYC had me go to London with very short notice, to see his band Firewind. I wouldn’t care if he was playing with fucking JUSTIN BIEBER – I would want to go and see him play!
[one of my videos from the London-gig]
I wrote him just to ask about the London show and he wrote back almost right away. Very few people in his position do that. They are busy or lazy or both, and fans are gonna be there anyway, so why bother?
It’s refreshing with a musician that doesn’t have attitude-problems and who plays like he’s best pals with GOD. Or that other dude… downstairs! :)
My perception of this guy is very positive and a big Gus-fan from Canda, a cop who is absolutely nuts about Firewind and Gus, has the most fantastic things to say about Gus as a person. Actually, when I look around the web, the same thing keeps coming back in comments from fans: “He’s such a nice guy”.
He’s unbe-fuckin’-lievable on stage, plays like he sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his super-talent – and … he is nice to people. What’s not to like about the dude? :)
I’ll be all over Europe this summer to enjoy Ozzy-shows. Gus G has already placed himself in the history-books as Ozzy’s guitar wiz, yet he doesn’t quite seem to get it yet. :) Watch this clip:
“People think I’m somebody famous….” :-D
The guitar symbolises everything that we love about rock – passion, love, hate, anger, strength – power!!
And the world needs its guitar heroes.
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