Obviously, I’m gonna kick off this column talking about sex because…well sex sells, fuck it. I mean, we’re gonna get to the deep, dark, glorious, uplifting or daring in future weeks but let me say it boldly :
The Faint is perfect fuck music and if you didn’t know that already, I feel sorry for you.
I picked “I Disappear” for this column but you could probably just put the entire playlist for a while and be just fine music wise, half your game is covered. You need to write a scene where young adults are partying and looking to come together and fuck, stick to the Faint. I don’t care how long the band’s been at it, it still works and it’s still perfect.
The Faint is the kind of music you use when you want to flirt with that comms’ major you’ve had your eye on since September and she’s got that Anna Kendrick something about her you can’t help but like.
The haze of midnight passes and you manage to get some time alone together after a loud party or a show and you want to make your move because that’s how stories, lives and history are made.
You find yourselves at home in that old couch of yours and the mixed matched furniture of college students who still have to do more with less with their lives. You’ve been talking for a while and maybe you’re both tipsy but not drunk. The signals all line up, you moved inches from one another, the couch seems too small to hold both of you for a moment and the rest of the universe has long since disappeared from your mind.
You make sure to give her enough space to come for when she’s ready for that, but you need to be there and the mood needs to be perfect. Don’t you ever think about putting some shit like Arcade Fire unless you want her to shoot her fucking brain out of boredom, trust me… you’re setting yourself up to lose. Stick to Metric, stick to The Faint. It’s got that relentless beat you need and a bit of an end of the world feel to it too. A sense of urgency is always sexy.
It starts off brushing off her knee or just an ankle coming together. The faint touch of skin is enough to light up your mind, make your heart beat faster. You’re finally bridging that gap that’s gonna make or break your evening. Then you make your way to her thigh as she runs a hand behind your neck and leans in for a kiss. You manage so get a feel for some skin at the very edge of her shirt and your breath is heavy now as your lips come together the way only writers seem to be able to dream about.
You need a relentless beat to get there. The Faint my just be what you need.
That’s it for now,
Take care out there and write better!
Bio (From Wikipedia): The Faint is an American indie rock band. Formed in Omaha Nebraska, the band consists of Todd Fink, Graham Ulicny, Dapose, Joel Petersen and Clark Baechle. The Faint was originally known as Norman Bailer and included Conor Oberst (of Bright Eyes, with whom the Faint toured in 2005). He quit shortly after the band was formed, though the Faint continued to share a spot with Bright Eyes on saddle creek records.
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