I see a "clearance" sale in your future...

hurry and read it again then... so you can not understand the "other" half of it this time...

 

Don't remember a sex chapter but I can't forget "the art of sex" if that's what you meant. More than understanding it it's impossible to practice half of it for an average Joe like me but still useful...

 

indeed you may read all you like Don @Xupito ... but in this case a picture is truly worth a thousand words...

regards, mi amigo

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If you don't want to have sex again, Get married

 

try pick up or become a saint! ;)

 

Spot on @Herr Durr !

 

Even the mild success from gigging in covers bands put a strain on my marriage. It was probably the cuddly hospitality after the gigs and me not getting back till the morning that did it! It used to amuse me how girls would want to be part of the trip even at this level low of celebrity.
Unusually my wife and I are back together now after a break of 15 years and it works, as I stay at home in the studio now instead of shagging anyone with a pulse.

 

Nice to meet someone with such high standards, for moi a pulse has never been a prerequisite

 

hahahahaha... stop it

You hopeless old fashioned romantics.... OMG I'm laughing my ass off...

 

This is one of the better threads on AS... True and funny, both. It's a must read for every musician out there.

Carry on.

 

And we all know what's the only men switch about...
Women know too, unfortunately... well, sometimes fortunately...

 

This song is a reflection of the marriage between vocalist Ian Curtis and his wife, who chronicled their marriage – from her point of view, that of disappointed wife, with no pride in her husband's musical accomplishment nor appreciation of its influence – in her book Touching from a Distance. She'd wanted the storybook wedding, the marital status, the stable life that it is supposed to bring, and so forth. So what did she do? Married a musician with no education and no particular job skills. With those three strikes against him, she nevertheless expcted him to be Mister Myhusband. So she makes a stupid life decision, and publicly flogs his corpse (and his accomplishment's reputation) in punishment for her own mistake. Her book should be required reading for young women who get involved with male musicians, and for male musicians who might recognize their own situation in the scenario.

Lots of women, on the other hand, abandon their artistic talents and other passionate interests in order to assume traditional roles in marriage, particularly to be moms. How many adults have been shocked to witnessed their mothers suddenly sitting down at a piano and playing something beautifully yet tentatively, never having known that their mothers had stopped taking piano lessons in order devote time and attention to raise their kids? How many people's dads had "used to" play in bands? Having to abandon one's artistic talents - let alone artistic career aspirations - is not necessarily inevitable, but it is common enough so that people have plenty of examples from which to form expectations of how their own marriage/music trade-off is going to be.

 

Last edited: Jan 14, 2018

I think you gave a somewhat extreme example, considering the life that Ian Curtis had (he was an agoraphobic, vipolar, addicted and epileptic boy).