our torso project approaches. 26 women. a shitload of plaster for casts. nudity. breasts. i'm both excited and worried. honestly, there will be no hiding. i'm not super fond of my body. and it's going to be cast in plaster for all to see. and for posterity. and let's face it, gravity isn't kind. and i'm not getting any younger (tho' i did recently realize that i've thought, for nearly a year, that i was already thirty-sixteen and it turns out that i will only be that on march 22. however, i'm not sure at this age that it makes that much difference.
but i'm looking forward to the laughter and high spirits that will undoubtedly ensue on friday afternoon and most of saturday. bonding. laughter. art. in the company of women. they all have breasts too. and they're undoubtedly about as fond of theirs as i am of mine.
if you were going to pick music for such an event, what would it be?
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"Relax" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood
"Wild Thing" by the Troggs
"Wooly Bully" by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs
"Harlem Nocturne" by Martin Denny
"The Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Sam Butera
"Fever" by Peggy Lee
Vogue of Madonna!
A little wine (well maybe more than a little) and open with "The Stripper!"
I've lined up a swag of 70s and 80s music...Bowie, Queen, Eurythmics...it'll do for a start :)
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