Muse's Supremacy is playing in the car. David cranks it.
"Best dirty guitar ever!!! You know where I feel this? IN MY VULVA!!!"
"MUMMY!"
"But I do. Every time those dark notes from that guitar kick in - right there in my..."
"MUMMY!"
"Sorry, but that's where I feel it. I bet you that Daddy totally feels it in his..."
"You are NOT normal!"
"Actually, I feel the good stuff in my fingertips," David says. "Like light shooting out of my body."
"See? Everyone feels music in their bodies! You're a dancer. You probably feel it all over the place!"
"Well, I don't feel it THERE!"
And then it hits me... This is why those douchey guys drive around town with their UNCE-UNCE-UNCE bass blaring through their car speakers. They think they're going to attract vulvas. They think that girls are just going to dive into their open windows, or at the very least - wave them down and beg for a ride. What they don't realize is that UNCE-UNCE-UNCE sound will turn someone off as much as it will turn someone on. Plus, to a gal just walking down the street? That UNCE-UNCE-UNCE sound, combined with the inevitable hole in the muffler and/or squealing of tires just makes me think that the dude is overcompensating for a really tiny penis.
With Supremacy, it's not just that rough guitar that gets me - when Matthew Bellamy goes into falsetto (freaking falsetto!) just before the chorus? Say around 2:11? YOWZA.
Combine that bit with the musical intro for Michael Buble's Cry Me A River? Game over. Bubbles doesn't even need to sing. I'm already done. Alan Chang's arrangement of the strings and bass for the opening 29 seconds has liquefied my lady bits. By the time that lone guitar strums at the 30 second mark? I need a cigarette.
On second thought... I'd be more than okay if Rissa feels the music in her neck... or not at all.
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