The final list
Took an informal survey of top songs about sex, and here's the list thus far:
Beast of Burden - Rolling Stones
Crash Into Me - DMB
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
Fuck Her Gently (honorable mention) -Tenacious D
Let's Get It On (of course) - Marvin Gaye
Anything by Barry White
Crush - DMB
Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground
I Want Your Sex - George Michael
Feelin' Love - Paula Cole (yeah, I know, but this guy vouched for it)
The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang
Seed 2.0 - The Roots
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Mama's Got a Squeezebox - The Who
Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
Turn Me On - Norah Jones
Night Moves - Bob Seger (YES.)
Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Instant Pleasure - Rufus Wainwright
I Wanna Be Your Dog - The Stooges (Drew's contribution; here because it's reflective of his and my relationship)
Kind Woman - Buffalo Springfield
Just Like Heaven - The Cure
I'm On Fire - Springsteen
Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw? - Jimmy Buffett
Harder Than Your Husband, Catholic Girls, Bobby Brown Goes Down - Frank Zappa
Sex Machine - James Brown
Pour Some Sugar on me - someone
Annihilate This Week - Black Flag
There were a few others, but I got bored. I don't know a good half of these songs, so if someone that does can testify that they suck, I'll take them off. Drew, anything you say doesn't count. Contributions?
Heading home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Much as I'd like to see my family and a few others, the more I think about it, I'd rather stay here. Lie of the Mind is done now, and Side Man doesn't start until after Christmas. Even then, that probably won't be enough, so we're talking about doing another show in the winter here. I'm not directing again, but we've got someone who will, and I'm looking to do A Skull in Connemara, ideally, or some other McDonagh play. I'm overburdening myself again, but I've gotten to like it.
Been spending a lot of time lately up at Sigma Chi, and I'm getting to really like the guys. It has occurred to me lately how abjectly self-destructive I've been this quarter, and the next logical step is probably at least destroying myself in the same room where other people are doing it too. But I'm tired of living in a self-imposed cloister, and I really need to get out more. That's a great outlet for it. And the food is amazing, too.
Things are really changing, and even if it's for the worse, the change at least is exciting. I realized a couple of weeks ago that since late September I've lost a good 10-15 pounds. That's positive, and I feel too that my work is on an upward trend, stuff I heard about Lie of the Mind being evidence. We did an exercise in acting class where we created metaphors for everyone else in the class, and many of the ones for me involved either age and introspection (expected; I'm still the oldest goddamn 19-year old around), or else a sort of film-noir old-time masculinity. Someone said I was a man in a black-and-white film with a cigarette and Scotch, neat. Someone else said Humphrey Bogart at the end of Casablanca, looking over North Africa. It's funny--I've always admired that classic early 20th century masculinity to a great extent, but never saw it in myself. Maybe I've changed more than I thought. Or maybe it's a facade I'm unconsciously putting on. Who knows, but Sarah said I was black coffee and a Hemingway novel. That may have been my favorite.
Fuck, it's 4:35 already. German test tomorrow and then home. Better get back to studying
Beast of Burden - Rolling Stones
Crash Into Me - DMB
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
Fuck Her Gently (honorable mention) -Tenacious D
Let's Get It On (of course) - Marvin Gaye
Anything by Barry White
Crush - DMB
Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground
I Want Your Sex - George Michael
Feelin' Love - Paula Cole (yeah, I know, but this guy vouched for it)
The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang
Seed 2.0 - The Roots
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Mama's Got a Squeezebox - The Who
Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
Turn Me On - Norah Jones
Night Moves - Bob Seger (YES.)
Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Instant Pleasure - Rufus Wainwright
I Wanna Be Your Dog - The Stooges (Drew's contribution; here because it's reflective of his and my relationship)
Kind Woman - Buffalo Springfield
Just Like Heaven - The Cure
I'm On Fire - Springsteen
Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw? - Jimmy Buffett
Harder Than Your Husband, Catholic Girls, Bobby Brown Goes Down - Frank Zappa
Sex Machine - James Brown
Pour Some Sugar on me - someone
Annihilate This Week - Black Flag
There were a few others, but I got bored. I don't know a good half of these songs, so if someone that does can testify that they suck, I'll take them off. Drew, anything you say doesn't count. Contributions?
Heading home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Much as I'd like to see my family and a few others, the more I think about it, I'd rather stay here. Lie of the Mind is done now, and Side Man doesn't start until after Christmas. Even then, that probably won't be enough, so we're talking about doing another show in the winter here. I'm not directing again, but we've got someone who will, and I'm looking to do A Skull in Connemara, ideally, or some other McDonagh play. I'm overburdening myself again, but I've gotten to like it.
Been spending a lot of time lately up at Sigma Chi, and I'm getting to really like the guys. It has occurred to me lately how abjectly self-destructive I've been this quarter, and the next logical step is probably at least destroying myself in the same room where other people are doing it too. But I'm tired of living in a self-imposed cloister, and I really need to get out more. That's a great outlet for it. And the food is amazing, too.
Things are really changing, and even if it's for the worse, the change at least is exciting. I realized a couple of weeks ago that since late September I've lost a good 10-15 pounds. That's positive, and I feel too that my work is on an upward trend, stuff I heard about Lie of the Mind being evidence. We did an exercise in acting class where we created metaphors for everyone else in the class, and many of the ones for me involved either age and introspection (expected; I'm still the oldest goddamn 19-year old around), or else a sort of film-noir old-time masculinity. Someone said I was a man in a black-and-white film with a cigarette and Scotch, neat. Someone else said Humphrey Bogart at the end of Casablanca, looking over North Africa. It's funny--I've always admired that classic early 20th century masculinity to a great extent, but never saw it in myself. Maybe I've changed more than I thought. Or maybe it's a facade I'm unconsciously putting on. Who knows, but Sarah said I was black coffee and a Hemingway novel. That may have been my favorite.
Fuck, it's 4:35 already. German test tomorrow and then home. Better get back to studying