wise woman named Esther Perel once described sex as “not just a thing you do – it’s a place you go.” An oracle in the world of relationships and sexuality, when she speaks, we listen. And when someone politely requests a playlist to get them in the mood, a music columnist consults. It was rash, I know, to agree to create a playlist, à la Perel, to take them there; if not to the destination, at least to the right platform at the station. It sounded like a fun project (and a worthy social service), but I’ve discovered that between Marvin Gaye and Megan Thee Stallion, erotically charged songs range from the sublime to the bewildering. Rocketing from cocktail hour to 3am in the club, drinking Courvoisier from a stiletto,
