Last night I hit up this new sushi place with my buddy and it was pretty decent. That little place in the Ultra Star shopping center. When I say decent I mean the owner dumped sake down our throats and it was fucking sweet. The only thing amiss was the music,these guys had that Craig David CD from a couple years ago on repeat before launching into the Katamari Damacy soundtrack/Japanese techno pop.
What the fuck happened to Craig David, British R&B boy wonder of the 2000's? He had that one song, "Seven Days:"
(fast forward through a minute of bullshit)
and then that one other song, "Fill Me In" (alternately titled "That's What She Said"):
(fast forward 35 seconds of bullshit)
This guy is talking about red wine in a jacuzzi and is wearing a turtleneck, I feel like I should be all like "yeeeaaaaaah!" but all I can think about is a 32 of Arrogant Bastard at the lagoon with a dude wearing a dirty band shirt. Maybe my idea of sexy is wrong, but I think some of history's best-known songs about getting sexy or designed for getting sexy are laughable at best.
Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy:"
Dude, are you kidding? This is what the song translates to in the modern world: "So, I live with my mom or whatever it's not a big deal can I borrow your phone to call her so she doesn't set the alarm in case I don't crash at your place? Cool. Can you get me a Jack and Coke while I call her? Oh yeah, I'm out of cash I'll make it up to you later, wink wink." Fuck you for creating an army of douche nozzles, Rod Stewart.
Lastly, The most unsexy sexy time song ever, Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On:"
You know what's really sexy? South Park's pan flute cover of Gary Numan's "Cars." Yeeeeeah.