Sometimes you put your music on random, and it just forms such a perfect mood narrative that you can't help imagining the epic rock opera that goes with it.
By which I mean when I was walking to lunch today, I set my punk/punk pop genre on random and got "Is She Weird" by The Pixies, "Three Imaginary Boys" and The Cure, and "The Hungry Wolf" by X up first, and they were so perfect for a pounding rock-y horror picture show that my brain starting slotting all subsequent songs into this narrative and eventually I found myself skipping over any song that didn't fit the story even if I really wanted to listen to it (see: "Greeting to the New Brunette" by Billy Bragg).
By the time I got to my lunch date, Amanda Palmer was a succubus-vampire-rockstar type who entranced The Cure (mopey, ghost-seeing British guy) and Garbage (demon hunting girl) into being her glam rock thralls and had taken over the world with the power of song (and also there were some apocalypsey werewolf couple just hanging out):
Is She Weird//The Pixies (opening credits introducing Amanda Palmer character)
Three Imaginary Boys//The Cure (mopey, ghost-seeing British guy intro)
The Hungry Wolf//X (old werewolf guy)
Leeds United//Amanda Palmer (Amanda Palmer begins her rockstar takeover)
Another Day//The Cure (MGSB guy continues his mopey haunted house existence)
Gravity//Amanda Palmer (AFP, I don't know, takes over MGSB guy's house or something with all her vampire crew)
My City Was Gone//The Pretenders (old werewolf guy's werewolf girlfriend's apocalypsey origin story)
Untouchable//Garbage (hunter girl -- let's call her Jen -- shows up for the show down)
Dear Jenny//The Dresden Dolls (but nooooo AFP begins to overpower her!)
Just Like Heaven//The Cure (MGSB guy's transformation into eyeliner-wearing AFP groupie is complete)
Hammering in My Head//Garbage (and now Jen is forgetting what she came here for as she falls under AFP's thrall!)
Sing//The Dresden Dolls (game over, man!)
All I'm saying is it was deeply satisfying and I guess it is clear that I grew up on The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but all I really want are horror-movie, pansexual rock operas. And that 45-minute walks go a lot faster when you make your own fun.
(And I only had to skip like three Blink-182 songs to make it happen. YOU ARE NOT IN THIS MOVIE, BLINK-182. I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE SINGING ABOUT JACK AND SALLY.)