Unemployed Deadbeat day #27
Tonight I am thick brained as I've just come home from seeing a Leonard Cohen concert. I am still a little drunk and just wolfed down McDonalds. It seemed like a good idea at the time but now I just want to barf.
Leonard Cohen played for 3 1/2 hours and that is not an exageration...needless to say he is one awesome human-being and maybe the best lyricist of all time but g-d damn is he one horny old man. On the drive up Bill and I were wondering how many of his songs contained the word "naked" in it. Well in the first 7 songs the word Naked appeared 5 and 1/2 times, the 1/2 being for describing a naked woman without using the word naked. All this is not the mention the descriptions of Janis Joplin giving him "head on the unmade bed" in Chelse hotel. From this he goes into a song that might have the single greatest lyric of all time. "there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in". The whole thing reminded me of R. Kelly, going from, "bump and grind", into "I believe I can fly".
My question is, what is the deal with brilliant poets and songs writters (yes R. kelly is brilliant) writting about sex sooooo much and in very graphic detail and I'm talkig about sex and not love here. Are people who are obsessed with sex inclined to write more than others.
Tired now...
Leonard Cohen played for 3 1/2 hours and that is not an exageration...needless to say he is one awesome human-being and maybe the best lyricist of all time but g-d damn is he one horny old man. On the drive up Bill and I were wondering how many of his songs contained the word "naked" in it. Well in the first 7 songs the word Naked appeared 5 and 1/2 times, the 1/2 being for describing a naked woman without using the word naked. All this is not the mention the descriptions of Janis Joplin giving him "head on the unmade bed" in Chelse hotel. From this he goes into a song that might have the single greatest lyric of all time. "there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in". The whole thing reminded me of R. Kelly, going from, "bump and grind", into "I believe I can fly".
My question is, what is the deal with brilliant poets and songs writters (yes R. kelly is brilliant) writting about sex sooooo much and in very graphic detail and I'm talkig about sex and not love here. Are people who are obsessed with sex inclined to write more than others.
Tired now...