Rock Fiction Coveting: Guitar Face by Sasha Marshall

Posted: January 30, 2015 in Rock Fiction Coveting
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I’m one of those people who doesn’t judge when I see a name that’s obviously fake. I mean, hello? I’m obviously fake.

But I gotta appreciate a clever name, and Ms. Marshall here has me smiling. Marshall, as in the famed amps most rockers use.

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See? That’s Corey Taylor, the hottie behind Slipknot and Stone Sour.  See that amp down there on his right? (btw, the picture? It’s from the Marshall website. Thanks for proving my point, cool people at Marshall amps!)

And then we get into the book description and find another name… well, this one’s not so clever. In fact, I kinda groaned at it.

Henley Hendrix has been a guitar prodigy since the age of 12, and has grown up in rock-n-roll her entire life. By the age of 22 she was the Queen of rock-n-roll, and lead singer/guitarist in her band Abandoned Shadow. Women wanted to be her, and men simply wanted her. Tragedy strikes and she walks away from music for four years. She spends four years attempting to pick up the pieces of her life, then she is slowly pulled back to the only things she has ever loved, music and Jagger Carlyle.

Jagger is People’s Sexiest Man Alive, and rock’s biggest bad boy, and every woman wants to bed him, while every man wants to be him. Jagger presses her to tour with his and her brother’s band, Broken Access, and sparks fly. Her eyes are opened back up to music, and to the boy she fell in love with in the sixth grade.

The journey is marked by Henley’s fears of her past, and how to proceed with her music career. She is surrounded by comic relief, and most of all love, but will the pressures of the rich and famous be too much after her sabbatical? Will the cameras and the women be too much for her?

Hendrix and Jagger, huh? Is our cleverly-named author maybe a 70s rock fan?

Now, I got a real gripe here, and that’s that once again, the rock stars. Women (and men) want to be her (and him) and members of the opposite sex want to bed them. Every. Single. Time.

C’mon, folks, can we dig a little deeper? That’s the whole point of rock stars. If you can’t do them, be them. But a book needs a more redeeming quality than that to put stars in my eyes. I’ve been around. I know. There are plenty of rockers I’ve met over the years who I don’t want to be or bed. Corey Taylor notwithstanding.

And to do it twice in the same book description? I’m sorta gagging over here, you know? That just drives it home.

But anyway. There’s been some tragedy and of course, it’s a man to the rescue to fix Henley. It’s a man she’s known for a long time now, too. That’s turning into a familiar trope, too.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s that even with a hot shot of Corey, I’m in a crummy mood. But maybe it’s that I want different. I want to see the boundaries pushed. Rock Fiction is such a fantastic category; there’s so much that can be done with it. C’mon, authors. Let’s do better.

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