Welcome back to the BDSM Blog Hop! Today, I thought I’d take my Music Monday and talk about BDSM in music. Many folks are familiar with Rihanna’s S&M. That one’s kind of obvious, I know, and one of the most prominent. I enjoy it; it’s a lot of fun. It’s also a little daring.
What a lot of folks not in the lifestyle don’t know is that BDSM is, technically, illegal. Doesn’t matter that it’s between consenting adults. (I know, there’s BDSM in porn, there’s BDSM in music videos. I think there may be specific places it’s legal, but many are still not. I made the mistake of doing a cursory search, but the legality of BDSM is an extremely complex issue and SO out of the scope of this post.) So, much like how sex, drugs, alcohol and the like used to be referred to in a bit of code back in the 60’s (Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, anyone?), BDSM is often hinted at, referred to in symbolic language, rather than addressed directly. Which, while annoying to a point, can also be cool.
There are two songs in particular that I listen to that have, to me, BDSM undertones. I know, there are, very likely, very different meanings that Sully Erna had when he wrote them. But like anything else written, different people have different interpretations. This is especially one of those times. The first I’d like to discuss is Voodoo.
Anyone who is even remotely familiar with the song, knows the chorus:
I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don’t remember why I came
For those of us in the Scene, the connection between the above and BDSM is not much of a stretch. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I am a submissive. I have, for a number of years now, understood that I have an ingrained need to please. What comes along with that (at least for me) is that I then also hate disappointing people. A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… wait, not that long ago ( 😉 ), I learned to channel my need to please into my and my Sir’s D/s relationship. I still feel that disappointment, though it doesn’t cause quite the same problems with other it once did. However, that disappointment really bothers me if I get it from my Sir. I Do. Not. Like. disappointing him. And if I do, it feels very much like the lyrics above. The idea behind it–what I take away from that, is that the disappointment that Sir feels–and my subsequent reaction–is a lot like the figurative snake bite. I do not want to disappoint him. And often times, when I do displease him (rare, but it happens), I find myself wondering why the hell I did. I’ve heard it described that a submissive–someone with the ingrained need to please like I do–would as soon hang himself as disappoint his Dom. I’ve felt that, and I can tell you, from my perspective, that’s 100% true.
The other song I wanted to talk about is also from Godsmack – Serenity.
While the lyrics that hit me most from “Voodoo” are the chorus, there’s more to “Serenity” that applies, again to me. “Serenity” describes how I feel when when I go into subspace. I am quite sure that part of it has to do with the fact that the first time I went into subspace, “Serenity” was playing in the background.
For the readers who are not familiar with the term, I suppose I should attempt to define “subspace.” I say “attempt” because, in truth, subspace–like BDSM in general–is different for probably every person. I say “probably” because there are similarities. When I go into subspace, I tend to lose my… connection, as it were, to what’s going on around me. I am still aware–some people are not, but I am–but it’s in a more fuzzy, surreal way. I can see and hear, but it doesn’t touch me. I am in this place where nothing truly affects me the same. I can still feel what’s being done to me–this is often where pain become the utmost pleasure for me–but it doesn’t feel the same.
And, thus, “Serenity” describes this to me.
In a place where I can hide…Nothing changes, days go by
When I am in subspace, I couldn’t tell you if five minutes or five days has passed. I am gone. In Choices, I describe it as floating “…just off the surface of nowhere.” And that is what it feels like. I am disconnected from most things, couldn’t tell you much beyond the vaguest awareness of what’s going on.
Where do we go when we just don’t know
And how do we relight the flame when it’s cold
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing
And when will we learn to control
These lyrics here make me think of losing my connection to the real world, going into subspace, where coherent thinking has gone.
As we all know, music, stories, anything written, is open to intrepretation. I am sure there are many people out there that would look at these songs–even people within the lifestyle, perhaps–and tell me I’m batshit for my interpretation. But I wanted to share my perspective, how they make me feel. And, at least at my local kink club, these two are almost always on the playlist. There are a bunch of playlists out there with music played for scenes. I hope you enjoyed the glimpses into these two and what they do for me.
Have you heard any songs that make you think of BDSM? For those in the lifestyle, are there any that have particular meaning for you?
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“Voodoo” is from the Self-titled album Godsmack by Republic/Universal Records. Copyright ©1999 by Sully Erna & Robbie Merrill
“Serenity” is from the album Faceless also by Republic/Universal Records. Copyright ©2003 by Sully Erna and Tony Rombola