Sweet’s “Fox On The Run.” Perhaps the distilled essence of what we now call variously “glitter rock” or “glam rock” or “power pop.”
Another great song that’s gonna get canceled as soon as the “woke” folk read the lyrics. You can find ’em yourself if you want, but allow me to summarize:
“[verse 1 & 2]Hi, I’m a rock star. Yes, you’re a female indicating you want to have sex with me, or at least you’re a female in my general vicinity and that’s close enough because it’s 1974 and we still think “leaving the house” constitutes consent. From a distance in the dark, you appeared to be a female of legal age to have sex (note well: that’s not 18, this is a UK band from the 70’s; “underage” is 15 and under, not 17), but now that you’re up close you’re clearly too young and [chorus] you have to go. [Verse 3 & 4] Hi, it’s years later and I’m still a rock star. You’re still a female and you are again indicating you want to have sex with me. I remember you from when you were too young, but now you’re old enough and you’ve clearly been around a bit and had some fun…and I liked you better the other way, that is to say ‘innocent,’ that is to say ‘underage.’ [Chorus] Bye, Felicia.”
So let’s take this one thing at a time. First, I think it’s about time we had a clear, open, and straightforward conversation about sex in popular culture. That conversation goes like this:
FFS, people. POPULAR MUSIC IS ABOUT SEX. GETTING LAID. DOING NAUGHTY THINGS. BREAKING RULES. DOING THE NASTY. ROCKING. AND. ROLLING. Even when it’s not, it is.
I’m so, so, so, SOOOOOOOOOOO sick of living in a culture where we all pretend very loudly to hate sex on social media and in public, where we all act like nobody’s got any kinks or hangups, and absolutely every single person waited until they were a happily married adult before engaging in sexual congress for the purposes of procreation only, when we all know better and just don’t admit it.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET MRS. GRUNDY MAKE THE RULES.
