Lita Ford: Living Like A Runaway
There's something to be said about royalty. Especially when it comes to music.
Elvis Presley is known as "The King of Rock And Roll", Michael Jackson is the "King of Pop" and Ozzy Osbourne is considered to be the "Prince of Darkness" in musical circles.
But for metal-heads like me there is only one Queen that we pay homage to:
Picture this: It's a hot summer day in June of 1985 and I'm walking downtown to guitar lesson with a black electric guitar strapped over my shoulder.
My guitar case had broken the night before and my parents had no means of getting me to lesson but I wouldn't let anything stand in my way. So I footed it the two miles to guitar lesson in the searing heat with literally a six string on my back.
With sweat dripping down my face and obnoxious truck drivers honking their horns and poking fun at me all I remember thinking was: "It doesn't get more rock and roll than this!!" I was a metal head in the making.
For more than the heat, the cat calls or the long walk to lesson the thing that sticks out more than anything else for me that day was listening to the song that blared from my Sony Walkman cassette player. The song that I had spent countless hours listening to over and over and loved. The song that I was now finally about to start learning how to play at lesson that day: "Gotta Let Go" by Lita Ford!
To me, Lita was (and still is) more than just a beautiful woman. She is one of the best rock guitarists ever! So for me to be able to learn some of her guitar licks was a dream come true.
I know Lita must have faced plenty of adversity for being a female guitarist but it never bothered me one bit that she was of the opposite sex. All I knew was, she ROCKED! It was the thick of the metal years and her music was universal. We stood together and I felt a kinship with her.
Back when I was learning how to play guitar I faced my own adversity. There were plenty of times where I was berated by siblings and friends for making them endure the sounds of me practicing the same riff, scale or song countless times until I got it right. Or maybe it was my parents bitching up a storm because I brought the guitar to the dinner table. I imagine Lita went through similar situations while trying to make her mark in what was always considered a "male dominated" instrument.
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