Music gives me so much to write about when I don't feel like being social...

Jul 22, 2007 18:42

When your life is exciting as mine (I just nearly added tags to my LJ entries...w00t?!), you have to find something to do between moping and laughing at the fact that Marilyn Manson and Slayer are touring together in quite possibly the weirdest tour ever. I learned about this on Myspace, which is my way of talking to people because I'm between the ages of 15 to 24 and live at home with my parents. Did you know that Korn's going to be performing a virtual concert on virtualkorn.com? I imagine it'll be something along the lines of The Sims: Band That Shouldn't Doing Stupid Shit edition, because it would be cuter that way than whatever way it's actually happening. Before I forget, Slayer is giving up on trying to make a new album that sounds like every album they've made since 1994 (It's probably more like 1988, but I haven't listened to Slayer since the beginning of June because my iPod is apparently too dykey for most normal people...with cocks) and is just rereleasing their album from last year with bonus material. Basically, they're going all Maroon 5 on the joint and every other band that has come out since I was a junior in high school or so. The problem with it is there are people who just eat that shit up. It's like new! Sure, it only has a live version of two songs that you've heard on the radio a hundred times, but c'mon! You could bounce a quarter off of Beyonce's ass and probably get enough money to get home on the bus!

I tend to connect songs with people, weddings, and funerals, because really, how many other ways can you slice it? I can't be the only person who hears Green Day's Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) and Sarah Mclachlin's Angels without thinking, "Who died?" I know that Good Riddance can also be associated with graduations, but really, doesn't a chunk of you die when you get out of high school...if you're hopeless and will only think of the "glory days".

Any love song can work at a wedding, or cause me to become Caroline The Miserably Self-Loathing Misanthrope. I'm the sort of person who can see a diamond commercial and either
-get pissed and glare at the TV until it's over or
-start bawling because, "I'll die alone!"
Though I'll die alone, it's just inevitable, I have thought about the songs I want played at my wedding (Freudian slip...I originally wrote funeral), because Caroline The Self-Loathing Masochistic Misanthrope is even more fun to be around, I'm sure. The best ones tend to be the songs that aren't even really love songs, like Queens of the Stone Age's Quick and to the Pointless, and all the Nine Inch Nails and Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds stuff on there. I think the best one in my fictional wedding would be Type O Negative's Summer Breeze. It would bring the house down, I'm sure. Jack off Jill's version of Lovesong would probably just annoying the piss out of everyone with the screaming, but it's truly one of the few versions of that song other than the original that's worth a fuck.

I don't want Amazing Grace at my funeral. I'm an atheist, for one. For two, that song annoys me to death. Wait a minute...anyway, I don't want the two songs I already mentioned, either. Hey Jupiter from Tori Amos would be a song I'd have playing at my imaginary funeral if I left behind a spouse. I'd probably make a list of all the songs I would play at both of these events if I really wanted to think hard about it, but I don't right now.

I've basically come to the conclusion that if a song reminds you of someone, it's a bad thing. Why? Because the people songs remind you of are either out of your life or are in your life but not in the way you want them to be. Think about it. All the songs your former best friends or exes like always make you cringe or depressed, the songs that remind of you crushes tend to make you, well, sing along. "I just want something I can never havvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve!" So unless you're training to become the superstar at your local bar's Karaoke Night, don't make that play list.

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