Have you ever made love in Portuguese?
Well, I have. Twice.
Once it was the late seventies in Ipanema with the help of fine “locally farmed” cocaine, as you kids would put it. The other was a warm summer evening at the Logan Square Auditorium. A boy named Seu carefully moaned into a microphone, and his voice gently made love to my ear orifices. His sexy drummer watched, and blew kisses of encouragement, but I didn’t mind the audience. Surely, I am not inexperienced when it comes to putting on this type of show, but this time it had a considerably more memorable soundtrack. Seu was a bounteous lover and enthusiastically came back for seconds after intermission.
As they say in Brazil, A cavalo dado não se olha os dentes.
Special thanks to W. Jae McCanne for the wonderful words.
