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13 October 2009
I have to get this off my chest. I gotta tell SOMEBODY. This is an embarrassing, NSFW disclosure I'm about to make here . . . →[More:]
Wait, you're ashamed for using Survivor to get your Mr. Mojo Rising?
I'm not sure if this is ridicule worthy or not. I've always really dug that song, but Rocky is a stupid movie. I'm just gonna fist bump you for getting laid.
"Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong. Five. Five dollar. Five dollar footloooooong..."
I'm curious as to how this works. Are you humming it to yourself or just thinking it in your head?
I like "Eye of the Tiger" as much as the next person who survived the 80s, but I've never thought of it as a song that would make a good sex rhythm.
(oh gawd, I just realized, by reading your post and responding to it, this is probably going to turn into an earworm, and we're all going to be thinking about it the next time we have sex!)
The open field near Emigration Canyon here in Salt Lake City - where Mrs. Beese take our whippets to let them do what whippets do best - is across the street from the Hogle Zoo. (About which I have only nasty things to say... but that's another subject.) So as we approach the parking lot, I often imitate the line in Rocky where the neighborhood guys tease him that on his upcoming date with Adrian he should take her to a place that "retards" like her enjoy - "Take her to the zoo, Rock!"
And Survivor are under-rated, man. I think their lesser known hits like "The Search Is Over" have held up very well.
When I first met my husband, he had moved back in to his fraternity house as an alumni to keep expenses down (engineering fraternity, so a houseful of pretty awesome nerdy boys).
Anyway, the guy with the room next to his had a steady girlfriend, who he eventually married. Their sex soundtrack involved various rap tunes, "Sam Hall" by Johnny Cash (you know, the damn your eyes song), and "Eye of the Tiger." It also often sounded more like domestic violence than lovemaking, but we mostly politely ignored it, since there was basically NO privacy in that place.
(That old ramshackle house, which I have described as a combination of the house in Animal House and the Paper Street house in Fight Club, has since been torn down and replaced by some generic brick and cement thing with a lot less personality, but thankfully, a lot more working bathrooms.)
CPR classes often teach students to use music to get the rhythm of the chest compressions right. Turns out that people can't memorize blank rhythms very well, but they tend to have almost perfect memory for the rhythms of songs. The most commonly used song to teach CPR? Another One Bites the Dust.