Party in the Comments!
I’m sorry, U2. Forgive me, The Pogues. The whole time we were in Ireland, I couldn’t get Beyoncé out of my frickin’ head. After we rented the car, I used “Irreplaceable” as a gentle yet insistent reminder on which lane to drive in at all times.
“To the left, to the left.”
Speaking of music, I’ve lost track of how many times the Manly Fireplug and I have gotten laid to the sounds of Massive Attack, Boards of Canada, and Peter Gabriel’s soundtrack to The Last Temptation of Christ (seriously, try it sometime).
So I’m soliciting suggestions for Best Sex Music Ever. Fire away.
