Dr. Srinivas comes to a quick diagnosis with respect to Tanya’s singing.
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On the splash page for Chapter Two, Madam Anna introduces Tanya to a mysterious Dr. Srinivas.
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A singing lesson with the teacher a familiar character.
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It’s rude to intrude on a practice session as Maureen is about to do, but she has something important in mind.
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Image delving for sexy girl robots for a slightly different purpose from this post, I came across a number or articles on the machine depicted to the left. It’s “Moaning Lisa,” a robot which you can manipulate to bring to a simulated orgasm.
Well, that might be mad science enough just on its own, but what really caught my eye was that one of the best articles on this innovative piece of technology was on Synthtopia, a site devoted to electronic music, under the headline “Moaning Lisa: The Most Bizarre Electronic Music Instrument Ever.”
Quoth her inventor, Matt Ganucheau
The process leading to a female orgasm is a uniquely delicate challenge for both sexes leaving it a mystery to most men and women. Moaning Lisa is an instillation that examines this complex process by simplifying it into an almost game-like state. With Lisa, as in life, there are no instructions on display. This leaves each participant to discover how Lisa’s true sexual potential is unlocked.
Wow. I would be remiss, of course, if I didn’t embed appropriate video.
Matt Bell reporting from 2007 Arse Electronica:
The presentation of Moaning Lisa:
One has to love an audience question like, “So when are you going to release Moan Moan Revolution?”
But what really motivated posting this (somewhat) old news is that I hadn’t seen it before, and it was yet another reminder of how other people are thinking what you’re thinking. Do you remember Tanya Yip’s rather unusual experience of being taught to sing better by being played like an instrument?
Tanya whips off her sweatshirt and casts it aside, then reaches back and undoes her bra-strap. Her bra hangs loose.
TANYA
Locrian! Please…
And, following that, her subsequent fantasy of becoming an instrument?
Sometimes I wonder if there are any unexplored erotic ideas.
An alert reader brought to my attention this short mocumentary: “This Is Sex” – An Interview with Phallik. And the first thing that caught my eye was a snipped of animation beginning at about 0:31 that should be of some interest to anyone who liked either Tanya’s fantasy transformation scene or the Kiki de Montparnasse post that riffed off it.
The whole thing is highly entertaining in its own right.
Beware what you wish for. Connie Morton wanted more than anything to be the soprano soloist in the Verdi Requiem. Little did she know that it would be her requiem.
But before her end, Connie does really get to shine as the only soloist in the “Libera me.” In case you don’t know the words:
| Libera me, Domine, de morte æterna, in die illa tremenda: Quando cæli movendi sunt et terra. Dum veneris iudicare sæculum per ignem. Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo, dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira. Quando cæli movendi sunt et terra. Dies illa, dies iræ, calamitatis et miseriæ, dies magna et amara valde. Dum veneris iudicare sæculum per ignem. Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. |
Deliver me, O Lord, from death eternal on that fearful day, when the heavens and the earth shall be moved, when thou shalt come to judge the world by fire. I am made to tremble, and I fear, till the judgment be upon us, and the coming wrath, when the heavens and the earth shall be moved. That day, day of wrath, calamity, and misery, day of great and exceeding bitterness, when thou shalt come to judge the world by fire. Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord: and let light perpetual shine upon them. |
Here at EroticMadScience, so gloomy and medieval a sentiment might best be illustrated by Giotto.
Giotto di Bondone (1267-1337), "Hell," detail from Last Judgment, a fresco in the Capella degli Scrovegni in Padua (1304-6)
All sorts of interesting fetishes are indulged in hell, apparently.
Obviously I cannot cite all this stuff without coming up with a real example of the music. Here is one of the best I can find, with Renée Fleming as the soprano soloist. The excerpt isn’t quite complete, I think due to clip-length limitations imposed by YouTube.
One might just think that art like this would be worth giving one’s life for.
Connie Morton takes singing in the shower to a high level.
(Image from Self-Pleasureforwomen.com.) What she sings is from Giacomo Puccini‘s La bohème, specifically Musetta’s rather risqué slow waltz, “Quando me’n vò.” (Google offers one translation, here is another one from this source, which includes a parallel Italian-English libretto for the entire opera.)
| Quando men vo soletta per la via, la gente sosta e mira e la bellezza mia tutta ricerca in me da capo a pie’… … ed assaporo allor la bramosia sottil, che da gli occhi traspira e dai palesi vezzi intender sa alle occulte beltà. Così l’effluvio del desìo tutta m’aggira, felice mi fa! |
When I stroll out alone along the street. The people stop and gaze at me, to seek out my beauty from from head to toe. …and then I taste the sly desire that gleams from admiring eyes. They can see all my beauty which lies concealed in my heart, perceived from my outward charms. So, this scent of ardent desire surrounds me and fills me with pleasure! |
A fantasy of visibility, of being desired. Quite the thing to sing when pleasuring yourself!
“Quando me’n vò” is a huge crowd pleaser and it’s easy to find versions of it on line. I’ll offer up two, because why not? First a concert version with Anna Netrebko
And also a recital version with Maki Mori:
Tanya Yip‘s fantasy of tranforming herself into a cello and then being masterfully played has an obvious visual inspiration: Man Ray’s famous image Violon d’Ingres:
An erotic inspiration indeed, especially since the model who posed for the picture was the stunning Kiki de Montparnasse (Alice Prin), who posed for any number of other striking things, such as this 1920 photograph (thus taken when Kiki would have been 18 or 19) Mädchen mit Vase by Julian Mandel.
I felt well-moved writing Tanya’s fantasy — the analogy between a master musician and a skilled lover seems to me very close. (And the analogy also works the other way: cf Honoré de Balzac: “The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.”) I suppose there’s a rather radical bondage element as well as a transformation fantasy element. After all, if you’re a cello, you can’t move and you’re at the mercy of whoever holds you…
