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foryourpleasure:

For some time now, I’ve been troubled by the omnipresence of what I deem “neutered rock.” This is rock without brio, without bravado, without scuzzy, unbridled lust dripping out of every chord, every note, every wail, without giant, sweaty cahones. And one does not need to be male to be equipped with said cahones! To rock without emanating sexual desire, without addressing the ineluctable need for late-night action, or performing as if you are a eunech that has transcended earthly desires for a bounty of cerebral delights is to not rock at all. In fact, I would say that to do so is to be the antithesis of rock. Rock without sex is a desecration of its very essence.

Great post! Especially the last line, “Where did the sex go? I want music to get laid again.” It points out that the libido contained within rock n’ roll cannot simply be summed up with a mere SEX SELLS. Sex is an aspect of the performance that is also a release for the audience; a chance to vicariously experience and explore through someone else’s perspective.