SexyBack

Dirty babe
You see the shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way

I am home sick today. I blame Niels, but he's healthy and it hardly matters. Sniffles, sneezing and coughs wrack my entire body. My back aches with the sheer effort of breathing. Damn asthma. Where is Martin and his sadistic massages when I need one?

So I spend the day indoors, reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, chatting online and listening to music. Recent tracks by Death Cab for Cutie from Vicki, Kaiser Chiefs and Billy Talent from Niels and, um, Justin Timberlake, Usher and Rhianna.

Take that and rewind it back
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (smack)

For Saturday's games and dancing, I had built a new party playlist and loaded it with more "popular" tracks. I rationalized that it was an effort to tempt Irene onto the living room dance floor. We had gone out dancing in the previous week, a first in our year's friendship and a surprise of an invitation. Frankly, I thought Irene didn't dance.

It depends on the music, she says. She dances with her head back and her eyes closed. Swaying.

oohoohoo du hübsches ding
ich versteck meinen ehering
klingelingeling wir könntens bring
doch wir nuckeln nur am drink
oohoohoo du hübsches ding
du bist queen und ich bin king
wenn ich dich seh dann muss ich sing':
"tingalingaling you pretty thing"

My music didn't do it for Irene, so she spent most of the evening playing Uno rather than dancing. In any case, well, she was my convenient excuse for buying the pop tracks. Truth was, these songs had caught my attention each time I heard them on the radio. I listened to iTunes clips, bit my nail like an indecisive girl and bought them.

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!

There are moments when my relationship to music is like of a teen boy sneaking peeks at the porno mags. I am absolutely fascinated by what some music does to my body, but I nurse the same pathetic shame that my time is not spent in, er, higher-level pursuits.

I mean, come on, Justin Timberlake AND Thievery Corporation? Nelly Furtado AND Gotan Project?

Schizophrenic is not just the name of my favorite JC Chasez album...

look at you with my hands down your pants
check you out getting fucked while we dance
look at you check you out!

Fucking on the dance floor
fucking on the dance floor
everybody's fucking
fucking on the dance floor

Um, I have read some FANTASTIC books this year. Really.

Sigh.