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I've got millions of them. But for the sake of starting off this thread....
It was the Summer of Love, 1969. I was a runaway. Only about 12 or 13 years of age. Living on/off at a friend's house (about 17) very irregularly. He was living with his dad, his parents were divorced, and he had custody of the two sons, because she was a drug addicted musician. The dad was a small-time film-maker, and he had living at his house a teenage girl (19) that was working for him as a kind of secretary that he was also sleeping with. The dad was like mid-40s. She was very pretty, an aspiring actress. The two sons had been trying to nail her behind the dad's back. I spent so many days over there, where we all would sit get stoned, drunk, trip out, have wild adventures in the neighborhood, but also sit around the house and just play music and talk, getting into all the big artists at the time, and trying to find new ones to share around. The dad was infrequently there, always busy with work. The two big nights I most remember were the two last nights there.
Night One....it was the elder son and me, kicking back, and one of his extended friends paid a visit, he was a little older and an aspiring musician. The teenage girl who was shacking up with the dad / secretary was in the house somewhere. I can't really remember much of how it happened, but at some point me and the eldest son started hearing her groaning really hard, taking a real pounding. That dude who paid a visit had somehow managed to get her before the others, and he was really pounding the hell out of her. I'd never heard anyone at this early stage of my life getting ****ed as hard as her. Being stoned/tripping too, it amplified the moment, so the sound was just something amazing, literally filling the entire house, coming thru the walls, a living entity almost in itself. It was like a Charles Manson Family moment, seemed like she was getting butchered, it was so loud, so breathless, she seemed in excruciating pain. I dunno how long that went on for, but then I remember the eldest son went in and started ****ing her too. And then later, some more of the group of friends and the other brother came over, and everyone's ****ing the hell out of her -- except me, they wouldn't let me. Anyway, I remember sitting on the couch with the elder brother and how he was telling me the girl was saying the first dude had the biggest ****, like a man's forearm. Anyway, ever since then, I think that's always played on my mind, how women love monster ****, the sound of that ecstasy for them compared to when a normal-sized guy has sex with them. Always something that has gnawed at me. And whenever I hear the sound of a woman in sexual pleasure per se, it always brings me back to that night on the couch, the tripping, how amplified and living that groaning was. So vivid in sound, smell, sight, no matter how many decades have since gone by.
Night Two...the very next night, the dad came home, and I remember sitting there on the couch stoned as anything with the two brothers, and listening to the Doors "Waiting for the Sun" album on the turntable, blaring so loud. The dad was angry with all the smoking, drugs and alcohol in the living room there, untidy house, reeking. So there started a huge argument between the dad and the two sons, yelling. And I hear how he found out that his teenage secretary / lover had had sex with the sons, and about 10 of their friends the night before. The dad was so angry, could hear stuff in the kitchen getting thrown around, the sound of smacking and punching or pushing and shoving. It was about this time that the song "Unknown Soldier" had started, and the dad and boys came thru into the living room and they were all angry with me for being there, not part of the family, and not welcome here anymore. To collect my few things, go, and never come back. It was just as the last chorus of that song was blaring out, when Morrison sings repeatedly, "it's all over baby, all over, war is o-ohhh-ver, ahhh haaa haaa" with chiming bells in the song, as I collect my duffel bag and exit the house, those words and chiming bells blaring after me. Obviously, whenever I hear that album, and especially that song, it takes me back to that night, and going thru another extended period sleeping in nooks and crannies around the town, living off the streets, and trying to make ends meet as a 12/13 year old. It's such a blur that period of months after that song. Can't remember much except that last night and song.
It was the Summer of Love, 1969. I was a runaway. Only about 12 or 13 years of age. Living on/off at a friend's house (about 17) very irregularly. He was living with his dad, his parents were divorced, and he had custody of the two sons, because she was a drug addicted musician. The dad was a small-time film-maker, and he had living at his house a teenage girl (19) that was working for him as a kind of secretary that he was also sleeping with. The dad was like mid-40s. She was very pretty, an aspiring actress. The two sons had been trying to nail her behind the dad's back. I spent so many days over there, where we all would sit get stoned, drunk, trip out, have wild adventures in the neighborhood, but also sit around the house and just play music and talk, getting into all the big artists at the time, and trying to find new ones to share around. The dad was infrequently there, always busy with work. The two big nights I most remember were the two last nights there.
Night One....it was the elder son and me, kicking back, and one of his extended friends paid a visit, he was a little older and an aspiring musician. The teenage girl who was shacking up with the dad / secretary was in the house somewhere. I can't really remember much of how it happened, but at some point me and the eldest son started hearing her groaning really hard, taking a real pounding. That dude who paid a visit had somehow managed to get her before the others, and he was really pounding the hell out of her. I'd never heard anyone at this early stage of my life getting ****ed as hard as her. Being stoned/tripping too, it amplified the moment, so the sound was just something amazing, literally filling the entire house, coming thru the walls, a living entity almost in itself. It was like a Charles Manson Family moment, seemed like she was getting butchered, it was so loud, so breathless, she seemed in excruciating pain. I dunno how long that went on for, but then I remember the eldest son went in and started ****ing her too. And then later, some more of the group of friends and the other brother came over, and everyone's ****ing the hell out of her -- except me, they wouldn't let me. Anyway, I remember sitting on the couch with the elder brother and how he was telling me the girl was saying the first dude had the biggest ****, like a man's forearm. Anyway, ever since then, I think that's always played on my mind, how women love monster ****, the sound of that ecstasy for them compared to when a normal-sized guy has sex with them. Always something that has gnawed at me. And whenever I hear the sound of a woman in sexual pleasure per se, it always brings me back to that night on the couch, the tripping, how amplified and living that groaning was. So vivid in sound, smell, sight, no matter how many decades have since gone by.
Night Two...the very next night, the dad came home, and I remember sitting there on the couch stoned as anything with the two brothers, and listening to the Doors "Waiting for the Sun" album on the turntable, blaring so loud. The dad was angry with all the smoking, drugs and alcohol in the living room there, untidy house, reeking. So there started a huge argument between the dad and the two sons, yelling. And I hear how he found out that his teenage secretary / lover had had sex with the sons, and about 10 of their friends the night before. The dad was so angry, could hear stuff in the kitchen getting thrown around, the sound of smacking and punching or pushing and shoving. It was about this time that the song "Unknown Soldier" had started, and the dad and boys came thru into the living room and they were all angry with me for being there, not part of the family, and not welcome here anymore. To collect my few things, go, and never come back. It was just as the last chorus of that song was blaring out, when Morrison sings repeatedly, "it's all over baby, all over, war is o-ohhh-ver, ahhh haaa haaa" with chiming bells in the song, as I collect my duffel bag and exit the house, those words and chiming bells blaring after me. Obviously, whenever I hear that album, and especially that song, it takes me back to that night, and going thru another extended period sleeping in nooks and crannies around the town, living off the streets, and trying to make ends meet as a 12/13 year old. It's such a blur that period of months after that song. Can't remember much except that last night and song.
