Whatcha Gonna Do, George
I love songs that are like good sex. There are the U2 songs, which build slow to an amazing crescendo. If I could f*ck like the live version of "Bad", I'd change my name to Valentino. There are the punk songs which are quickies, hard and fast. With kids, you need these. There are the silly songs like my Beasties which are fun-loving coital sessions. The artsy 80's Cure songs like passionate love with that slightly mental girl.
(Side Note: The Killers are really an 80s art rock band ala The Cure/Morissy/Joy Division, right? Just because they're 20 years late doesn't deprive them of being in this select group, does it? Didn't think so...)
But the best of all, by far, are the jam sessions. A great bass groove which takes 10+ minutes to play out (on the song side!!!). See "A Crazy Game Of Poker", "Bop Gun" (The Cube version), and my current obsession, the P-Funk Live and Kicking version of "Make My Funk The P-Funk". The original song is a classic of Funk, but all in all, it's not that spectacular (in the way that the 3 series isn't all that, as far as Beamers go. But it's still a damn nice car.)
But they did a live version of this in Chicago one night that is amazing. It's has everything you want in a P-Funk song: call and response, amazing solos and that funky bass, and George Clinton. Why isn't George celebrated like Hef is? He's created a family as creative, and large, and as seminal as Hugh has. But I guess I'm one of the few that put great music on the same level as hot women. Why is kinda the point of this post...music and sex affect us in very similar ways.
Next time you're engaged in the nasty, think about this post, and not as way to hold out longer! ;) What kind of sex are you having? Hopefully it's not Heidi Montag sex.
My $.02
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