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[Caught in the Net] A Little Song, a Little Dance

Recently I was talking to my significant other about the music we liked to listen to back in college while having sex (not with each other — we didn’t know each other back then — but with the people we were having sex with). That got me thinking: if, as Shakespeare wrote, music be the food of love, then it seems reasonable that music and love’s kissing cousin sex must have interesting intersections. (Let’s leave food out of it for now. It’s just a metaphor. Though I reserve the right to do a food-plus-sex column in the future.) So here’s some sexy musical links to prove my theory.

Addressing the specific issue of music and shagging, Playboy.com provides M*sic To F*ck To, a “mixtape series” featuring “bedroom beats.” It’s an ingenious idea, and might provide a change from that tired old playlist you’ve got with all those Isaac Hayes and Al Green songs (or, alternately, that Rage Against the Machine and Nine Inch Nails stuff — however you roll).

My adoration for the Magnetic Fields’s musical opus 69 Love Songs is unsurpassed, so I was delighted to discover 69 Love Songs, Illustrated, with adorable and cool and weird drawings by assorted artists; they’re not all entirely porn-y, but I wouldn’t call them safe for work, either, especially the one for “Let’s Pretend We’re Bunny Rabbits”. It’ll be cool to see how the project progresses; they’ve got a lot of songs left to do!

Music videos are a fantastic delivery mechanism for risque cheesecake sexiness, filled, as they are, with women of the gyrating, scantily clad, and often soaking wet variety. Trust lad rag Maxim to provide just what I was looking for: a list of the hottest music videos. I cannot vouch for the quality of the music involved, but such bouncing bosoms and sashaying asses are the reason dance beats were invented!

I was a bit appalled that the list above left out the video for “Crazy” by Aerosmith featuring Alicia Silverstone and Liv Tyler, a vision that haunted my teenage nights . . . or does admitting such a thing merely serve to show my age?

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