Backstabber

Dresden Dolls

Let's keep the needle stuck on Peabo's "wry and cynical" groove. Listen for these fine lyrics:

"You’ve got no right to sit there saying I abuse it
When you only sleep with girls who say they like your music."

And this:

"So don’t tell me what to write
And don’t tell me that I’m wrong . . .
And don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs."

It sounds like she's still mad at Paul for breaking up the band. Really, how does he sleep at night?

Only Cuties

Mae

Butterfly Collector

The Jam

My pal Peabo woke up on the wry and cynical side of bed this morning, and so spreads The Jam for breakfast.

Blake Mason

Sam and James

Dragostea Din Tea

O-Zone

Jason Blake of Blake Mason thinks that "this old chestnut captures the cheeky energy we love so much in the men that work for us." Cheeky. That's one word for it. Another might be tasty. Numa, numa.

He requested this video for the Smut Turntable in lieu of his personal favorite. Maybe it was too gay?

Blake Mason

Zak A.

Misfit Out of Time

SNMNMNM

For Becca and Wendy. Thank you for stopping by.

Thank God you left.

Sex and Submission

Evie Delatosso

Naima

John Coltrane

Lily brought two things to her first threesome: a boy and John Coltrane's "Giant Steps."

Giant steps, indeed.

Blake Mason

Matt M. and Kai

Statue of Liberty

XTC

You've been the subject of so many dreams since I climbed your torso.

In high school, we had a rule: if this song played, everyone had to stop everything and dance.

Abby Winters

Phoebie

Cruel to be Kind

Nick Lowe and Rockpile

Hanna's Honeypots

Hanna's Honeypots

Don't Stand So Close to Me

The Police

Back at you, Young Girl.

Apologies to anyone who just happens to be named for the young girl in that book by Nabokov.

I always admired the propensity of The Police to advertise the other bands who really should be on your turntable. The first time I saw them (in 1983, empty arena, opening act Joan Jett picked up a girl I know), Stewart wore an XTC t-shirt.

Stewart was the hot one, Sting.

The band hung out with some of us teenagers afterwards at the hotel bar.

Ron Harris

Guinevere and Carli

Young Girl

Gary Puckett and the Union Gap

Becca sends in this request, with a twist of her pony tail and a smack of her bubble gum.

In Focus Girls

In Focus Girls

Vogue

The other night at dinner, Jason remembered something he had been meaning to ask.

“Dad, Mom says we should tell you to ‘strike a pose.’ What does that mean?”

I dropped my fork and jumped from my chair. My back arched, my feet fell into place and my arms snaked around my head. My neck went back. My hands framed my face. I stood absolutely still.

Collie giggled. “Uh, Dad?”

I twisted, turned to another side and again framed my face.

“What are you doing?” Lillie asked. She put her hands to her own face.

“Yes, child. Vogue.” I turned again, crouching, framing. “Give good face.”

Jason winced. “Okay . . . ,” he began.

I dropped the pose and sat. I picked up my fork. “Long story. I used to do volunteer work with GLBT youth.”

“BLT . . ?” Collie asked.

I stabbed a broccoli. “GLBT. Gaylesbianbisexualtransgendered. Anyway, the kids taught me that dance.” I bit into a broccoli stem. “And then it was famous and everyone knew it. I tried teaching your mom, but children, your mama can’t dance.”

“Thank God,” Jason laughed.

“It’s gay?” Collie asked.

“It’s awesome,” I answered. “Eat your broccoli.”

I suppose voguing is permanently programmed into my repertoire. Which can be fine for family entertainment, but may be a little distracting under other circumstances . . . as Jocasta discovered as we put on a live sex show.

You’re a superstar, Jo. Yes, that’s what you are. You know it.

Abby Winters

Sophie T.