Theme Song
By David Wygant

I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I can’t get enough of you baby
can you get enough of me

Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
There’s something that drives me wild
And tonight we’re gonna make it all come true
cause girl, you were made for me
And girl I was made for you . . .

For those of you who don’t recognize these lyrics from the amazing Kiss song “I Was Made For Lovin You,” there you have it. As I was driving tonight, I realized there are just some songs out there that get you in different types of moods.

There are some songs that make you want to f*%^ all night, and there are some songs like “Radar Love” that make you want to drive 100 mph. Certain songs put you in certain kinds of moods.

On the way to yoga tonight, I heard “Kung Fu Fighting” by Carl Douglas. I am not sure in what kind of mood that song puts me, but I love the lyrics “Everybody was kung-fu fighting . . . do do do do do . . . Those cats were fast as lightning.” That song just puts you in a silly mood.

A couple weeks ago, I was at a David Gray concert with a woman. Every song he sang put me in a very sexual and seductive mood.

Some songs bring you back to your childhood, and make you remember certain relationships, certain friendships or certain breakups. Who can forget “Endless Love” sung by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross? It reminds me of my high school girlfriend Chris. I used to cry to that song.

What about the song “Sewing The Seeds Of Love” by Tears For Fears? I put that on my answering machine in my apartment in New York City. I hoped that when my girlfriend Holly who refused to love me heard it, it would put her in the mood to love me.

I used to love to listen to that Tears For Fears album a thousand times. That was a very emotional time for me. I can listen to it now with no problem, but back then . . . ugh! It brought tears to my eyes.

One of my all-time favorite songs “We Are The Champions” reminds me of the 1986 Game 7 at Shea Stadium when the Mets beat the Redsox. I remember tears coming to my eyes at that time too. Yes, I used to be a sap.

I used to listen to Pink Floyd during a momentary lapse of reason when I was stoned trying to figure out where my momentary lapse of reason went. Certain songs were just great at bars. They just got you pumped. I remember bartending and getting so pumped when certain songs came on the jukebox.

Music is amazing. It can really add to the mood . . . or sometimes it can really kill the mood.

I remember a trip I took in 1985 with my buddy to Puerto Rico. One night when my buddy and I were out, we made a bet: Whichever one of us did not get laid that night had to buy all the meals the next day. Let me tell you, back in my early twenties the best meal was a free meal, so I was NOT going to lose.

My buddy hooked up immediately that night in Old San Juan. I was having a little bit of trouble. By the time it was 2:00 or 2:30 am, I was basically alone and walking around the hotel wondering whether I was going to be out the cost of a few meals the next day.

By around 3:30 or 4:00 am I was still in the lobby, when I saw this really attractive blond girl sitting there . . . almost like she was waiting for me. I was sort of hoping she was drunk, because I was sort of hoping to go to bed alone.

Yet still being a man in my early twenties and being juvenile, my thought was that ‘a bets a bet’ and I was determined to get laid that night even if it meant staying up all night. So I walked over to this woman (who was about twenty-one years old at the time) and said “What are you doing here all by yourself?” She said “I’m buzzed and I’m too drunk to go to bed.”

I thought to myself “Is the universe looking out for me or what?” At that stage in my life, let’s just say that my rapport with women was hit or miss. So I could use all the help I could get. A drunken girl too drunk to go to bed alone in the hotel lobby? The sex gods were talking to me. How could I mess this up?

After about ten more minutes of small talk, I said to her “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Why don’t we go up to your room and have some fun.” She was a little apprehensive, so I decided to get gutsier. I said “Look, we’re both on vacation. Wouldn’t it be fun to have some crazy wild sex with a total stranger? It would certainly make this trip more memorable, wouldn’t it?”

To my shock, she agreed with me. We then went upstairs to her room.

She then said “Do you mind if I put on some music?” I said “Go for it.” I figured at 5:15 am she was going to put on something mellow. Boy was I wrong.

She grabbed a cassette (this was the pre-iPod days), put it in her boom box (yeah, I know I’m old), and blasted Kiss. I remember “Lick It Up” and “All Hell’s Breakin’ Loose” playing.

She then started doing an air guitar routine as she took off her clothes. All I kept thinking was “Oh God, I hope I can stay hard when I’m laughing this hard.” After she was naked, she jumped on the bed and started doing this scary dance . . . something only a twenty-one year old would think is cool.

So I took off my clothes. I looked down at my little friend, who wasn’t 100% turned off by her yet because at that stage of my life I was completely controlled by my penis.

It was then about 5:45 am. Kiss was blasting, my buzz was wearing off, and a hangover was settling in. So we forewent the foreplay and quickly did it about as passionately as two total strangers could do it.

Looking back, that sex was about as intimate as being naked in central park. So after a few not so glorious moments, it was over. The problem was that the Kiss music was not . . . and she wanted me to stay. Why I don’t know.

So I layed there next to her. I was staring at her and waiting for her eyes to close so I could make my escape, because I really could not fall asleep to Kiss. Luckily the alcohol was still kicking in great for her, and she quickly passed out. I made my escape to Gene Simmons screaming his head off at the Puerto Rican Hotel at 6:00 in the morning.

My question to all of you is this: What is your all-time favorite song to have playing while you’re having sex? As you know, mine is definitely not anything by Kiss. That is the purpose of music though – to ignite memories.

What’s your least favorite song to have playing when you’re having sex? Also, do you have a certain “theme song” that really puts you in the mood for life?