This column has been put off for quite some time. After all, your rockin' writer is generally a shy, innocent white boy who tries not to attract too much attention to himself. Since there are way too many e-mails saved in the old e-mailbox, (and since AXS requires all its writers to publish a minimum of two pieces on Examiner every month and tech troubles have prevented the publication of a "3 quick questions" on LiLi Roquelin), now seemed like a good time to finally publish this much requested column.
I have indeed met many attractive women in the music industry. (Mind you, take a lady someone off the street, slap on some make up, give them a guitar and/or a microphone and they automatically become sexier, right?) Seriously, I have only engaged in the ultimate intimate action–or done the Hot Hokey-Pokey–with one singer.
I try to be professional; although I can definitely think of one entertainer that I would quite like to buy a drink sometime . . .although she has been told that regardless of how attractive I find her, if she did something I thought was bad i would not hesitate to write about it.
So dear readers,there you have it. You asked for it and you got it. My name is Phoenix and . . . you've got my number.