I have written before about Exile on Main Street. I love all the tracks. The LP includes something for everyone and works on a base level in my brain. By that I mean it somehow stimulates endorphins as I immediately feel more content with myself and life while listening to it.Continue reading Exile on Main Street ~ Music Therapy
One of the great things about memes is they can give you writing inspiration. Often I set myself the challenge of linking to more that one meme with a post. Sometimes this is loosely done but when I saw the prompts for Musically Ranting and Wicked Wednesday I new a marriage was all set.
Music and Passion
Music you like to listen to when driving and passion. Let’s do it!
The first thing that came to mind musically is Madness – I like driving in my car. Look at these brilliant lyrics.
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
Certainly a song of it’s time.
I started dating my first serious boyfriend, Jim, a year or so after this song hit the charts. On his 17th birthday he passed his driving test. Jim worked, and the previous year he’d bought a clapped out Capri which he had lovingly restored. Jim was passionate about that car. And he was passionate about me too. Which meant one of his favourite pastimes was fucking me in the back of his Capri. (Which looked just like the one in the header from Pixabay.) And the song we listened to while having teenage sex was sooo aptly this one – Paradise by the Dashboard light from Meatloaf.
I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday Parking by the lake And there was not another car in sight And I never had a girl Looking any better than you did And all the kids at school They were wishing they were me that night And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed 'Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed
However, in this song the woman begs the guy to marry her. That didn’t happen with Jim and me. He was/is a sterling guy but I moved on to my best friend Vic.
And would you believe Vic and I did a lot of fucking in his car too. We didn’t have a choice as his Mum was not keen on me and my step father hated him. His car was our sanctuary. And, this time the passion was on both sides.
Here’s an amusing story that happened during this time.
For some reason we both had the day off work. He rang. Saying he was still in bed and asked me to go over as both his parents were at work. We lived within ten minutes walk of each other so this was an easy request. I highhtailed it over, jumped into bed with him and within moments he was inside me.
So, there we were relishing our time together when suddenly the noise of the front door opening stopped us in our tracks. Shortly, his mothers dulcet tones filled the air, berating Vic for still being in bed at 11am. I can not tell you how my heart nearly jumped straight out of my chest. She went on to potter in the kitchen and then the reason became clear why she had come home for a break. The washing had finished. It was a lovely sunny day and she wanted to get it out to dry on the line. When we realised she had disappeared into the garden I hot tailed it out of the front door, while Vic went off to keep his mother distracted.
Not long after this we got a place together. But until then often we would be making out, chatting, just being together until the early hours of the morning in his car. We played so much different music and often listened to the radio. Years later, when we had both moved on to pastures and passions new, Vic said that Boys of Summer by Don Henley always reminded him of me and those heady days.
I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back and these Sunglasses on baby I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy Remember how I made you scream
The weird One
I have mentioned before about a boyfriend Al. And how he kinda forced me to give him head in his car. I was slightly older when I dated him so we didn’t spend a lot of time in cars but one day when I was staying at my Mum’s house while she was on holiday he came over and was thrilled to find some Julio Iglesias music. Al was an amusing guy. We sat around drinking beer and played it all ;-). The one I remember the most is sang very passionately by Julio, in Spanish. I recommend it.
Before the days of Covid my man and I would travel all around the UK for work purposes. Sometimes playing music. Sometimes in silence. An album we both love and have played often during our years together is – Exile on Main St. by the Rolling Stones. An absolutely incredible album. But one song we can not leave behind on our travels simply exudes love and passion from the writer and singer Richard Thompson. I have mentioned this song – Beeswing – before and if you don’t listen to anything else today listen to this.
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Music and passion go hand in hand. As I have said recently – Music feeds the soul.
Would love to know what you listen to when driving or fucking? 😉