someone asked me the other day what music i liked to listen to while engaging in various make-out and/or sexual activities. it's a fair question, but i didn't have a good answer. i've never really experimented with the combination of physical expressions of love and listening to music. it seems like everyone else has. i don't know why i haven't. i guess maybe because there's a decent amount of records that, were they put on during sex, would inspire only to abandon the enterprise and just sit happily in front of the speakers instead until the record was over. i guess that's a problem. but hey, music is less complicated than women. it's not my fault that's the way the world is.
anyway, my FUCKING POINT to all of this is that i was just listening to van morrison and it occurred to me that if i was in a position where i had a gun to my head and had to choose between sex with music in the background or getting shot, i would probably want to put on van morrison. i mean, there are probably other artists that would work too. but mr. morrison is definitely up there. right next to chingy.
just wrote a new song. i'll try to have it up shortly. i'm demo'ing it right now.
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