...that sounds a little bit dirtier than it should. I think we can now add "slippery" to the list of "words that sound dirty but actually aren't...". The slippery I'm referring to here is actually the nasty, sloppy filth of the end-of-winter in St. John's, NL. I find myself here for a few days for a variety of reasons - nothing worth writing about -and although it is all everyone claims it to be - friendly, picturesque, fun and home of a really great independent record store (Fred's --if you have not been , you really must make an effort -it is located in a beautiful heritage building downtown with much better categorization than those lame-o big corporation stores, their "staff picks" are delightful and they have a whole wall of local music set-up with listening stations that are comprehensive and easy to use for non-techies like yours truly..and have comfy headphones) - the weather is quite simply, rotten. It makes me yearn for steamy, sultry summer nights.
I have always enjoyed the various aspects of Winter that a non-outdoor enthusiast might look forward to in such a season (fireplaces, hot buttered rum, the feeling of someone's hot hands warming up your just-in-from-the-cold skin..and of course, the phenomenon of perkier breasts - they really just are a little more lively in the cold winter months - must be the cold-nipple thing...), but things have gotten out of hand here in NL. Someone needs to tell them that they can give over a bit. How on earth can people have sex el fresco if there is still so much fucking snow??!! I am dreaming of that sultry, earthy, freshly churned dirt smell that only comes in the very earlist part of the spring. Do you know the one i am talking about? It makes me hot. Really. I don't know why.... if i am not alone in this feeling, perhaps it has something to do with primalistic urges of early society - don't most animals get right down to it in the spring? Just imagine rolling and romping in the just-barely-grass on one of those days, those rare early spring days that offer a peek of summer, but cool off when the sun sets. The grass is wet, soggy almost, but the sun is warm on your skin, on your stomach, your thighs.. and the mud, that earthy, fresh early mud is cool on your back, and if properly positioned, you sort of slide around... OH god! i just love the spring.
But, as it has yet to arrive, and as I prepare myself for those kind of days, let's talk about hot music. Not obvious hot music. Sidebar story:
i once made a cd for a guy that i had only been seeing for a few weeks. it was for his birthday, and we were in that early stage of hot Hot HOT sex, steamy baths in my attic apartment's deep clawfoot tub, smoking lots of pot and then having more hot, pot-induced dreamy sex before passing out, or else watching weird, late-night CBC (do they realize that they have soft-core porn mixed in with their pseudo high-brow programming?)on my 25 year old mustard yellow, coat-hanger attenaed tv set. so, i made him a cd of intentional "hot" songs - songs that had the word "sex" in them, songs that talked about getting down on your knees to taste a red-headed woman (the song is a little-known Bruce Springsteen gem, and the redhead? I'll let you guess - i'm sure you can figure it out..), etc. Shit, that was a good mixed cd. A real labor of love. Not that i loved him, but he was delightful in bed. He was a bit younger than me, so it was kind of like a rolling around on the floor with a sackful of puppies - fun, cute, exhausting. He, however, seemed to find this distressing - a mixed cd... how very threatening. He seemed to think that time put into a gift= relationship expectations ..or something like that. When really, all i wanted was to fuck to good music.
So, hot, sexy music. Nothing obvious. Of course we all have had sex to "let's get it on" - thank-you Marvin, I owe you for more than one orgasm, but now i am older and wiser and more appreciative of the less obvious. have you ever tried putting on zeppelin's "kashmir"? There is something about the driving rhythm that i have found quite effective in the past. What about the movie "10" - that old Blake Edwards flick with the filthy little Dudley Moore and the hotter than hell Bo Derek? You know the one with the cover of her running down a beach in her cornrows, seemingly naked but actually wearing a flesh-toned bathing suit (okay, as of this moment, the word "flesh" is being eradicated from my vocabulary - ew. i hate it)? There is this scene in it when the aging Dudley gets sick of being used as a sexual diversion for this young trollop (cornrowed Bo) while on her honeymoon (with someone else - you don't think they'd actually have her marry Dudley do you? Although, i can't remember why exactly she was fooling around with him - just that he fantisized about her while laying near the pool). Anyway, there is this line in it where he says "There's got to be more to life than making love while listening to Ravel's Bolero."
That stuck with me for a long time. I was quite young when i saw it - it may have been one of the first somewhat steamy movies i've seen, actually. So, as soon as i was out of the 'rents house and free to plan my sexual escapades with more concerns than parking in a secluded area, i bought Ravel's Bolero. It is not for everyone, but i'd cetainly break it out again. It's been long enough now that i don't associate it with anyone in particular (in fact, i can't even remember who was a part of that sexual/musical experiment. I think i need to find a new subject and re-write my findings). If you are not familiar with Bolero, perhaps you may have listened to it with out knowing; Rufus Wainwright samples it on the first song of his latest album.
hmmm...the Rufus reference just led me right into another thought (here is the progression - considering screwing to the sounds of Rufus and then deciding that his voice - beautiful as it is - might be distracting, then thinking about other unusual voices that i like to listen, which led me to Leonard Cohen, which led me to this next song): Suzanne. Once again on the topic of custom mixed music, the first time i heard "Suzanne" i was about 16, lying on a hot beach, listening to a mixed tape that had been made for me by a friend (or maybe we were dating?) - point being, it floored me. I found it so evocative in so many ways. I don' t know if it is the actual song, or what i pictured while listening to the lyrics, or just the association i have with it. When i hear it, i can actually smell that sultry, summer smell of coconut sunblock, ocean air, and that yummy skin smell - you know the one, when you have been out in the sun by the ocean all day and have that slightly salty/sweet smell emanating from you. The most incredible scent in my universe. Hmmmmm (that was the sound of longing...). So there it is for now. Another list to be compiled. I'm open to suggestions and will be taking this up with other informal contributors over the weekend.
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