Pure Punk Picks
Orgasm Addict – Buzzcocks
“Well you tried it just once found it all right for kicks. But now you found out that it’s a habit that sticks.”
Oh, yes! I guess I did find that out.
“You get in a heat. You get in a sulk. But you still keep beating your meat to a pulp.” Though not poetically pretty this is pure poetry for me, so honest and so real.
“It’s a labor of love fucking yourself to death.” Such an incredible line with such a great, rhythmic delivery.
“So where they’re askin’ in an alley and your voice ain’t steady. If your sex mechanic’s rough, you’re more than ready.” Sounds like initial gay sex in a discreet alley way to me.
Aren’t we all addicted to pleasure? Aren’t we all addicted to some form of sex? Aren’t we all, at least in the male gender, all addicted to porn? Craving excitement? Craving the thrill?
We’re content to play the role of industrious, complacent, compliant, dependable, diligent robots for commerce, for society to use us at their disposal. While we nod and adjust and compromise- giving up all hope of ever being truly happy and free.
As we return at night to our allotted cages- I mean- homes, apartments and condos, set free for a while to rest so we can resume our daily tasks.
But what do we fantasize about? What do we dream about? What do we really want?
I feel our imaginations far exceed whatever will happen to us in real life. Our imaginations far exceed whatever we actually experience.
This is from Paul Simon’s song “Kodachrome”, who I think is a great lyricist- and let the tomato throwing at me, begin!
“If you took all the girls I knew when I was single. And brought them all together for one night. I know they’d never match my sweet imagination. Everything looks better in black and white.” (Sure, it was “worse” at first!)
This song starts and stops with so many stutters and leaps it’s like a lustful lurch of passion erupting and cascading.
It resembles a frantic release of lust along with the ebb and flow of desire, like a tide rising and receding.
But the final outcome, so to speak, is certain- it’s an urgency, it’s a passion, it’s desire so raw and real and true.
And it’s very much like punk rock.
The rhythm pushes and pulls like a surprise boner sprouting up at your high school class prom. Just as you ask the unaccompanied lass you fancy, to dance.
And as the vocals of this song go, “Ah…ah…ah!”- it implies the oncoming, so to speak, orgasm release.
“Johnny wants fuckie, always and all ways. He’s got the energy, he will amaze.”
Sex is a sad, hidden, sordid affair in so many lives. Especially if you divert from the norm. But lust, entangled with love, is a natural desire and has produced many great works of art- like this song.
Pete Shelley, the writer of this song, was, like David Bowie, a bisexual. And though his guitarist, Steve Diggle, has said that Pete was mostly straight, and it’s true Pete died married to a woman. This doesn’t detract from the fact that in all the early Buzzcocks songs that refer to lovers, the pronouns used are never “he” or “she”. Meaning they all can be related and referred to any gender. It’s ambiguous if he’s referring to a man or a woman.
I feel this was his conscious decision. And I also feel sad, that in the early, wild, nihilistic punk rock scene- a bisexual writer felt he had to keep his true leanings unknown, and write about his feelings undercover.
I envision a time when gender and identities are more flowing, where people’s varied sexuality is given more acceptance and free reign. Where the neat little boxes we’re all supposed to fit in- have perished, swept out with the tide and gone away.
I think the young people have already decided that this is the way to go, while some of the old cling onto their old, tired misconceptions.
But sex and love, music and art, and just about any human activity- if done in a joyous and caring way- is never a bad addiction.
Never apologize for your desires that are and should be full of lust, excitement and love.
Never be afraid or ashamed, like I was, of expressing who you truly are.
This song “Orgasm Addict” gives my ears such aural excitement that, to me, it’s way better than sex.
(Slimedog)
