Monday, February 13, 2012

Sex Dolls

Right before my old band Calibretto went our separate ways, we released a split album with Philadelphia's Mercury Radio Theater called All of These Things Do Not Belong.  That CD features a song that I had written called "The Object of My Infection" which later appeared as a live bonus track on Harley Poe's second release The Dead and the Naked.   Harley Poe played it a lot faster and shortened the name to just "Olivia."  A year after that, we recorded a studio version of the song and released it on another split album we did with Seattle's Dead Vampires.  Well, hold on to your pee pees because another version is about to be released on Rue Morgue Radio's Hymns from the House of Horror Vol. III!  This particular version was recorded during the studio sessions for our upcoming LP Satan, Sex and No Regrets.  I initially had no plans to record it for the, um, fourth time, but...well...whatever.  It became a B-side and now fans will only be able to hear it this March exclusively through rue-morgue.com.  It's my favorite version by far, featuring upright bass and guitjo.

So anyway, I bring this song up not only to help push the new version, but also because of its content.  To those of you who can't understand my lyrics, or have no idea what I'm singing about, the song is about a sex doll.  More than that, it's about finding solace and pleasure in materialistic possessions and solitude.  But mostly it's about having sex with an inanimate object.  This lyrical message goes hand-in-hand with a twisted little film I like to watch around Valentine's Day every year called Love Object, written and directed by Robert Parigi.  To give a quick synopsis, it's about a repressed and lonely office worker who wakes up everyday before his alarm goes off, arrives to work early, and does his job perfectly.  That is until he finds out about a company that manufactures lifelike sex dolls and decides to order an artificial lover designed in the likeness of the new temp whom he has a crush on.  As he fulfills his fantasies in his apartment through his surrogate girlfriend, he begins to get close to his office crush.  Secrets are kept, lies are told, jealousy ensues, and of course...people die.  Check it out; it's a good one.

Weird coincidence: I just finished reading an interesting book from 1990 on Anton LaVey called the Secret Life of a Satanist, and in chapter ten, the author Blanche Barton writes about LaVey's desire and vision to begin the development and manufacturing of artificial human companions.  LaVey's announcement for such a plan was written in his newsletter way back in 1979.  He believed there were economic and sexual advantages for a society that accepted artificial human companions as the norm.  If only he had lived a bit longer to see his vision really take off. Just do a Google search and see how widely accepted this fetish is becoming.  So if you find yourself curious, or maybe just tired of relationships in general--maybe you'd like to carry out some illegal fantasies, or try something a bit "different" in the bedroom, but can't find a willing partner--then it just might be time for you to sell your car or take out a loan and surf over to realdoll.com.  Because those bitches ain't cheap.

7 comments:

  1. God, so effing deep, Joe. Did you know you have, like, 1600 page views?? Effing inanimate objects. C'mon. What is that energy that remains after we die?

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  2. Don't knock it until you try it, dog.

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  3. Oh man. That movie looks terrible.

    I must watch it.

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  4. It's not a bad film. Trust me, I LOVE bad movies, but this one doesn't fit the bad category. It's definitely worth a look.

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  5. I adore a good bad movie too (Bela Lugosi Meets Brooklyn Gorilla), but I am super excited about this one. it really does look like good times.

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