As such, it conveys the moment perfectly.
Okay. So much for those women who appeal to the mind, and even to the soul. As for category "B," there are also those who appeal to the...well, you know...
When it comes to pure out and out eroticism, no one has ever communicated this as perfectly as Vanessa Daou did on her tragically slept on, Erica Jong-inspired album Zipless.
And this is the point where I guess I apologize for taking you through a personal mix-tape of my own fantasies.
But hell yeah. Damn, would I like to get with a girl like this:
On the other end of Vanessa Daou's pure sexuality, lies the innocent pre-"Cloudbusting" romanticism of Kate Bush. Before Kate got corrupted by the eighties New Wave of weird chicks like Lene Lovich, this was the "Dorothy in Oz" sort of girl every guy dreams of.
If there is any girl on God's green Earth I would love to be "alone on the stage tonight," with, it is the Kate Bush who is exclaiming "Wow! Wow! — Unbelievable!"
And then, of course, there are those girls who can simply sing their asses off. The first time I saw Annie Haslim perform with Renaissance, I swear to God I felt the air move when she hit those un-Godly five octave notes of hers:
Carole King — another female singer I respect by the way — once said she could make the earth move under my feet. And I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Annie Haslim on the other hand did it simply by opening her mouth.
Now that's my kinda girl.