I’d like to get a little depth in on a subject that I don’t speak much about. Butts. I was reminded of my butt this morning thanks to a drawing that was made of me a little while back while I was out on the road playing music. We were doing a college showcase for APCA. A collection of entertainers and speakers gather and present their wares & services. One such artist in attendance was an illustrator that does renderings of the subject from the backside to showcase their butt.
Friends might know that I’m a height first type of guy. So I often look down at shoes to see if a prospective beauty is standing on stilts (you know, heels). From there it’s the overall package which includes the butt. We’re all superficial in some way, shape or form. Anyone that instantly says, oh well it’s their intellect or their soul that I’m interested in. Guess what, you’re being a different type of superficial – there is no definition to soul or intellect being deep, that value placed on soul or the intellect is as subjective as a body.
During a discussion I had last night about whether you like someone or not, the idea of sex and food came up. Outside of breathing, sex and food represent two things in life that are essential. Sex (aside from rape) usually occurs when two people find each other attractive. What attracts two people is as individual as each person on the planet. Food is another measure of compatibility, but should remain for another post.
How does this tie to my butt or any butt for that matter?
Well, I’ve been told I’ve got a great butt. My mom calls it a bubble butt. My sister has a bubble butt to. Must be all the skiing training we had. I can remember one girlfriend who specifically loved to look at my exiting a room, especially unclothed. All because of the butt. I can’t really see my butt. I don’t have pictures of my butt. Attempting to twist around to see my butt results in being able to see about a quarter of a cheek. So I don’t get the effect of my own butt.
However, I do look at the butts of others. If I’m not mistaken I think my sister did a photo montage of butts, though she sometimes had trouble explaining to people why she was taking pictures of their butts. Aside from height and appearance, I suppose there’s some wacky thing in my head that says a butt that is flat isn’t fun. By no means do I mean to imply the person isn’t fun, but I don’t get a sense of sexual attraction to a flat butt. On the flip side, I don’t find sexual attraction for oversized butts either. I wonder if people flock to butts of similar size to their own? Something to ponder.
What’s your opinion on butts?
I guess all this typing of butts leads me to easily find a definitive song about butts or rather tushies, or this case, tush. Most people know that tush = butt. The kings of boogie rock ZZ Top have written one of the most recognizable songs about butts. Even more cool is that the subject doesn’t sound stupid or come off as uncool. That’s beauty of it. It’s not easy to write about something like butts, tush, or simply ass, without sounding like an ass.
Add to the fact that Billy Gibbons is one of the most tone conscious guitarists with a kick ass sense of rhythm and you’ve got a winning combo. The power trio with the big beards. One thing I’ve not looked at is their tush, but I’m willing to bet there’s a lot of women out there that have. I haven’t a clue if they find ZZ Top’s butts hot, but I’m sure some females do. What does that have to do with their driving rock ‘n’ roll music? Nothing. But it sounded good in my head before it came out my fingers into the keyboard and onto the screen.
If this song, or anything that ZZ Top does get your butt moving in your seat then it’s quite likely that your ears and body could be broken. Do you not have the butt anthem of tush in your library?!? Go get it now and start shaking your tush. It’ll do your butt some good.