igor stravinsky's "rite of spring" is like sex? really? this, coming from a woman? i thought women were all like, into the strings section when it came to- well, "it." tender strains and all that. for men, well, i'm not sure they really need a soundtrack, it kinda just distracts from the single-minded focus (and it takes SO much focus), but if it wasn't some 70's "wah wah", then, well, to be honest, i don't know what it would be (i don't have much of a soundtrack, btw, it's more images and impressions)... so it's kinda surprising when anyone associates "rite of spring" with sex, particularly when a woman does. since i'm so low-brow, my only exposure to "rite of spring" was from disney's fantasia, and in that, all i remember is a lot of gas and volcanoes (AH, there you go), and tyrannosaurus rex chomping down on a stegosaurus, steggy nailing tyranno a couple of whacks with its spiky tail (AH, there you go x 2), and then this long depressing period afterwards where the dinos just kinda wilted under a blistering sun... (ah, maybe that's relevant too...).
i think, if i had to give "sex" a soundtrack, and since my creativity never wanders far, i'd have to go back to fantasia and say what captures me is "the sorceror's apprentice": especially the part with those broomsticks marching (dumpty dumpty dumpty da da da)... (i'm in a particularly self-deprecating and self-mocking phase right now, btw... :) )
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