Friday, April 13, 2007
Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise.
Yesterday I touched on being enraged by noise, be it in bars or even at the ballpark. I have written before in this blog about the absurdity of loud, screeching music in porn. Drives me insane. And this being Naked Weekend at my loft, I settled in earlier for some adult entertainment and VOILA!! As soon as the fucking starts, Steve Vai comes crawling outta my tv speakers and into my eardrums, drowning out any aural erotic pleasure. I still haven't figured out why the fuck they do this, why they insist on drowning out one of our senses that can add to the sensuality. Why not fucking scramble the picture too? What more can these fucking people do to lesson the erotic experience; how bout the next dvd I buy comes with a guy whose job is to walk in and chop my fucking dick off too? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The bad music is there to block out the bad acting (or what you call "aural erotic pleasure")? Try turning the sound off completely. Trust me, you're not missing much.
Is this why practice was called off tonight? So you could get a headstart on your solo frolic?
i didnt realize you guys practiced this. hmm.
don't mute me out, babe.
Dude. The more notes, the more fuckin. And I can play a LOT of notes.
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