Sure, rappers and soul singers have long extolled the value of ensuring one's female partner's pleasure in bed, but no one has quite captured the revolting, over-the-top innuendo mastered by Sease.  He's written songs about other things, but like Faulkner and Yoknapatawpha County, Marvin Sease just keeps returning to cunnilingus; for every "The Bitch Git It All" or "Hoochie Momma," there's an "A Woman Would Rather Be Licked" or a "Do You Need A Licker?"  The dude just loves a heaping plateful of vagina.  In an earlier incarnation of this article, I was writing a fake Charlie Rose interview with Marvin Sease, complete with fake song titles like "Y'all Didn't Know (Down At The Buffet)" and “Thanksgiving Day (And Me Without No Fork)”; part of the reason I scrapped that version was because the song titles were too believable.  Aw nuts, I'm gonna have to pay a drywaller to repair that fourth wall!  Moving on...

Marvin Sease has a wealth of songs about cunnilingus to his name.  Never mind that he looks uncannily like Charlie Murphy as Buck Nasty, Marvin Sease clearly walks the walk [vagina] as much as he talks the talk [vagina].  A veritable lesbian jukebox, Sease's eating-out-centric hits include "Don't 'Cum' Now" and the hilarious "I Ate You For My Breakfast."  But his magnum opus, and the work from which can be gleaned all his teachings is his hit song, "Candy Licker."

Sease's songs average out at around five minutes.  He's not the Ramones, but he's not Yes either; he's generally pretty concise.  "Candy Licker" is just over ten minutes long.  He mostly sings about how much he wants to lick the listener, but Sease enters guru mode when he starts R & B talking.  Observe: 

You see, I'm Jody, baby.  And Jody ain't got no conscience.  And Jody ain't got no pride, girl.  But there is one thing I can say about Jody, though:  Jody knows how to make a woman feel good.  Ain't that right, baby?  Ain't that right?

You see, it is here that Sease pinpoints the central paradox of manhood.  We have an obligation to make our female partners feel good.  But how to do that while retaining pride and conscience?  If science has taught us nothing, it's shown that cunnilingus and any sense of a moral compass or self-worth are utterly incompatible, and Sease notes this accordingly.  And he offers a solution: we must exist outside this illusory existence, as wandering Jodies, lacking those figments of the mortal realm such as shame and ethics which might tell us not to be candy lickers.

So what is a Jody?  Is it merely a proto-R.-Kellian stand-in for Mr. Sease, a nom-de-song, as it were?  One might be inclined to think so upon first listen.  But Sease disabuses us of this notion:

You know, it's funny, I used to be like that too, girl.  But one day, my lady told me, "Marvin, you better get your shit together," and girl, I started goin' down.

Not only does this line contain the explosive revelation that Marvin Sease was not always the "cunning linguist" he's famed as (something reiterated in the equally shocking confession, "Yeah, I used to be like that.  Ashamed to go down.  You know what I once said?!  'I ain't puttin' that shit in my mouth!'  But I got hip, girl"), in referring to the singer as Marvin, this lyric sets apart the Jody as a separate entity from our humble narrator.  Marvin continues:

Now here's another thing that Jody has on the husband: the husband have to work...to pay the bills, baby.  But check it out!  Jody ain't got no job, baby.  And Jody ain't got no bills.  While your husband is on his job, thinking 'bout the bills, HUH, you know where Jody is, girl?  Jody's at your house, givin' you a thrill.  And I'm Jody.

Now, we can see from Marvin Sease's finely tailored clothing and perfectly coiffed hair that he is not a vagrant, all entering women's homes during the day to extend his scaly, herpetic tongue into their privates.  He is a man of means; while as a musician, he arguably doesn't have a "job," per se, Sease surely has bills.  It is here that we can verify where the nature of the Jody lies.  It isn't a name one takes on, but a role.  Jody is to Marvinites as dharma is to Buddhists.  One has to even wonder if the similarity between the words "Jody" and the Buddhist concept of a "bodhi" is a coincidence.  (Of course it is, what the fuck)

But I can't just tell you how to be a Jody by listing a Jody's characteristics or talking about Marvin Sease's genius.  It must be heard to be fully understood.  I can only offer a reduced quality version of "Candy Licker" because I heavily advise that you purchase Marvin Sease's discography in full to truly understand the master and would like to discourage piracy of high-fidelity knockoffs.  Yet I imagine even a mere sip of ambrosia was enough to satisfy most mortals' palates:

CANDY LICKER MP3 (6.9 MB)

And so I leave you with fond tidings of Jodydom and with some words from Lama Sease himself:

Do we have any Jodies in the house tonight?