A Song You Like With A Number In The Title
Rev 22:20 by Puscifer
I can’t remember the first time I heard this song, but I can say that ever since it’s become a staple in many playlists I’ve created. There’s two main versions for your listening pleasure, what I would call the original and then the Dry Martini Mix. Either way, this song is pure sex (which isn’t hard to accomplish with those lyrics and the voice of Maynard James Kennan).
When you listen to the original, you’re getting a perfect song for any liquid motion playlist and a common song in the lineup for the alt strippers (no judgement, I was one of those strippers using this song once upon a time). This version is a bit shorter than the Dry Martini Mix because it’s a tad faster, but it’s my favorite. Both versions are sexy as hell, but this one is a little more in your face. This is the girl who isn’t afraid to jump in and take charge and let you know what she wants and take what she needs.
The Dry Martini Mix, in contract, is the woman who flashes you those fuck me eyes from across the bar and makes you chase her from room to room as she seems to disappear just before you reach her, prolonging the chase and leaving an air of mystery before she takes you. This woman takes her time with you. The vocals are smoother, the sound a bit softer. This version is pure seduction.
Okay, so I want to take a second today to talk to you about
our lord and savior, Cthulu a book that I am going to consider required reading material for most females of the human species. It’s by a woman named Caitlin Moran, and it’s called How to Build a Girl: A Novel. It’s this witty, rock and roll, coming of age story set in England. Part of the description on Amazon reads “Imagine The Bell Jar written by Rizzo from Grease. How to Build a Girl is a funny, poignant, and heartbreakingly evocative story of self-discovery and invention, as only Caitlin Moran could tell it.”
A lot of the Brit slang goes over my head, simply because I’m a dirty fuckin’ American, whether I want to be or not. But the rest of the writing is this amazing raw verbiage that just about any girl can relate to. I’ve read too many young adult novels that make me roll my eyes and seriously consider putting the book down because the way the teenage characters think just doesn’t feel genuine. Johanna, the girl being built as referenced by the title, is any girl who comes from a dysfunctional family living the hard knock life. Music is her escape, her one true love. She’s trying to grow up too fast and is fueling it all with records borrowed from the library.
Sometimes the humor in this book is so dry and dead pan, it can’t help but to make you laugh out loud while you try to read quietly at your desk at work. Johanna is 100% authentic, and you can’t help but to love her for all her quirks and enthusiasm.
I don’t want to give any spoilers, so you’re going to have to read this book yourself and fall for it the way I did. This book is for everyone who has had big dreams, for everyone who music plays a big part in their lives.