When I googled “Music for love making”, my 59 year old self had a shock. No longer Barry White and the Isleys – it’s Justin Bieber, Ed Sheeran and more Justin Bieber. How times have moved on.
More interesting would be the very worst music for love making. I would say National Anthems are probably pretty bad, but I think Flight of the Bumblebee is probably the least appropiate.
And James Last arranged it for trumpets, in harmony – from the days when violin players looked like innkeepers, not supermodels.
No idea why but this instantly leapt into my head.
Of course this one! Ditto Shaddapayourface
Agnes Obel this morning (yes, I know it’s only a Monday but it’s my birthday alright?)
Happy Birthday, Gatz! Ms Obel’s music is sensual and exquisite, so I suspect you misread the headline!!
John Martyn on Live at Leeds suggested Ravel*s Bolero to make love to. Although he didn’t use those exact words.
The answer is always “Echoes”.
Echoes is a good choice. I can listen to 20 minutes of great music while preparing and smoking my pre-intercourse spliff, plus at least a couple of minutes more whilst recovering my breath when all is over and finished.
I’ve waited several hours to digest this post but I fear I never will. Mind duly boggled
I was speaking from memory. And when I say memory, I mean imagination.
Mega-Armageddon Death, ‘cos it goes on too long.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc4p6XVQuCU
For me, all music is music to not make love to, these days.
But if a miracle was to occur and some tantalizing minx of a woman was to accost me and beg me to take her with utmost passion, this music would not help my endeavours at all.
The Wurzels.
A few years ago, The Wurzels played at Camp Bestival, the family-friendly offshoot of Bestival. Towards the end, one of them dropped his trousers and mooned at the audience. It brought to mind the scene in one of the Steptoe films, where old man Steptoe is in a tin bath, and we see his naked buttocks. Not an arousing moment, I can tell you.
Works for me (in a negative sense).
I remember the great scene in The Singing Detective when he is being lubricated all over by Joanne Whalley and he is trying to think of anything that would avoid arousal.
Oh, yes:
“The Guardian Women’s page! Welsh Male Voice choirs! A Christmas Quiz by Christopher Booker!”
“Boiled cabbage! Mrs Thatcher!”
Tin bath? No, he was in the kitchen sink.
Not even “I am a zider drinker” when both parties have drunk a lot of scrumpy?
If it’s the scrumpy with high alcohol content that they will only serve in halves in the Coronation Tap (Bristol)
I may have mentioned my uneasy relationship with Sketches of Spain at some point. So that. Pity really…
I think every genre, even or the extreme ones would provide the soundtrack for likeminded partners. I’m sure there’s people out there who have tried it to Trout Mask Replica or Metal Machine Music. I think it’s a fairly narrow selection of music that would dampen the ardour. A friend of mine was known to use Ride of the Valkyres.
Because he loved the smell of ……? in the morning?
Trout Mask Erotica is definitely something to be found in a small, murky dungeon of its own.
Just remembered this.
Many years ago when a fit and lithe young man at the Cambridge Folk Festival I was getting somewhat friendly with my girlfriend in our tent when from the tent next door came the sound of bagpipes. A fine detumescent device.
Oh and a friend used to practise alto sax at house, that didn’t help either.
Talking of detumescent instruments, I’ve just spent half an hour trying to remember the name of one….
tamarind, hurdy wurdy, gooligangbang,…
No it was …gamelan. Normally I find an Indonesian gamelan ensemble too tinky plinky by half. But this lot were rather entertaining.
I suggest you search hurdy gurdy house for further enlightenment.
I thought a hurdy gurdy house was some kind of folk and techno fusion.
Far from it! They were Ídaho drinking houses, where gnarled, horny miners ciuld dance with young German girls
That was me at Cambridge. I’d just had ma hole – gies a break!
“Had ma hole” – haven’t heard that since, let me remember, 1874
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You%27ll_Have_Had_Your_Hole
You swine!
Aberdeen 1962 was “Fit likee , Dougie? Went oot wi Annie last nicht did yae, did you get your hole in?” I always nodded knowingly with no idea what was going on..
Wire – Field Day For The Sundays 0:28
Actually I remenber a time when Bryan Ferry’s Boys and Girls album worked well. She put it on and it burbled away quite happily, as did the music. Don’t stop, don’t stop the…oh.
Where is Moose when we need him?
I remember this conversation in a pub once and someone saying “the theme from Hawaii Five-O”.
I can think of no swifter cock shriveler than this…