Dave Wirth
The following is from BB King's Autobiography. I think it is pretty interesting. Perhaps this is why so many men like to play the instrument...
“…I can’t sit still. My eyes dart from here and there, only to land on the one object that fascinates me most: Reverend’s Guitar. It leans against the pulpit and, man, it’s beautiful. The body is hollow wood with a cord that plugs into the wall. It’s rounded shape and lovely curves remind me of the body of a beautiful girl. I want to run up and put my arms around the guitar, but I don’t dare. I don’t know how to play... Mama says reverend is coming over to visit… I also eye the guitar, laying on the bed like a girl waiting to be touched. While the adults are busy talking, I ease over to the bed. While they’re not looking, I reach over and, oh-so-carefully, touch the wood of the guitar. Just sorta gently stroke her. Touch her strings to see how they feel against my fingers. Feels good. Feels like magic. I wonder: How do you get her to make those sounds? How do you get her to sing? ‘Go ahead and pick it up.’ It’s the voice of the reverend. ‘The guitar,’ says reverend, ‘is a precious instrument. It’s another way to express god’s love.’ Well, brother, that’s what I wanted at age seven. Wanted to express everything the reverend was expressing.”
