Candy and I spent a good bit of time this weekend talking online – though I had to go to bed way sooner than she would like, what with my east-coast stylin’s and all – and one of the items we discussed included: the soundtrack of your nookie. Specifically, what songs immediately get you in the mood, and we’re not talking for romance novels, either. Consider this the mix CD of SBTB – what’s on it?
Me, I’m a sucker for the following:
Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye – someone once called this song the closest you can get to shagging with your clothes still on. Heck yeah.
Can’t Get Enough of Your Love – Barry White – and there’s plenty of the White oeurvre to replace that song on this list, too. Rwor.
You Do Something to Me – by Cole Porter – Sinéad O’Connor did a version of this song on the Red Hot + Blue album that about made me faint.
Anything by Celine Dion – Just Kidding!!
Candy’s Choices
Sex Machine – by James Brown. Most James Brown songs are good for the sexy sexxxin’, but this one is extra-sassy.
Sexual Healing – by Marvin Gaye. Oh Marvin Marvin Marvin. Was there a finer man than Marvin before the 70s and drugs finally got to him? I don’t think so. That voice! That face! Sarah and I have declared him the Patron Saint of Sex for Smart Bitches.
Anything by Barry White – His songs are, like, sex on wheels. Pity he’s not nearly as pretty as Marvin. Any of y’all seen that video in which he’s singing to hordes of screaming, panting ladies—in a purple suit with giant lapels? Aiiieeeeee.
Jungle Boogie – by Kool and the Gang. Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun. And oddly enough, makes me want to get down to the jungle boogie. Behold the power of suggestion!
Jungle Fever – by The Chakachas. This song is basically a bit of funky guitar, some funky bass, some funky drums—and a woman moaning in what sounds like Spanish. Almost embarrassingly intimate, and definitely very dirty, but I like it dirty.
Long Snake Moan – by PJ Harvey. I love PJ Harvey. I have a big ole crush on PJ Harvey. I will, if it comes to it, gladly forsake my heterosexuality for PJ Harvey. And PJ sounding pissed off while yelling “Moaaaaan!” into the microphone = many throbbing hearts and other bits.
Junkie For Your Love – by Poe. The song has a pretty sultry, sexy beat to it, but the lyrics are, like, RROWR. See:
I know how to wear the costume,
I know how to wear the mask.
I even like the feeling of having to ask.
I like the sound of you whistling.
I like the way you wear your grin.
I even like the taste of my will caving in.I’m not a junkie for your love,
I’m not a junkie…
Tales of Brave Ulysses – by Cream. I know, am I channeling Nora Roberts or something, bringing Cream into this conversation? But trust me. Very. Sexy. Song.
Just about anything by Interpol – because they’re all broody and hawt and their music is also all broody and hawt.
“Black” by Pearl Jam
“One” by U2
Oooh, good ones. Actually, one of the sexiest U2 songs ever is “Mysterious Ways”—that funky wah-wah just gets to me. Also the way Bono sings “On you knees, boy.”
Feelin’ Love by Paula Cole.
Blood of Eden and Love to Be Loved, by Peter Gabriel.
Darn you Smart Bitches. I was going to write about music for sex last night and didn’t, and then you two beat me to it.
But I did it tonight, anyway. Write about music for writing sex, that is. Not the other – yet. (It’s still only 8.30pm here.)
Now I’m off to look up Interpol. ‘Broody and hawt’, huh??? Sounds promising….
Gotta second you on the Barry White vote. Santana- older pre 80’s Santana. Sometimes Prince. Certain Etta James songs..
Etta James, yes! And Nina Simone and Sarah Vaughn.
Oooh. My iPod is bereft of nookie music. Good thing, I guess, since Hubby is working late.
Mine are a bit weird.
Depeche Mode…I have no idea why.
B-side of Duran Duran: Secret Oktober.
Evanescence: My Immortal.
Bolero.
Lorenna McKennitt: Mummer’s Dance.
Fiona Apple.