The soundtrack, my everyday life. Sounds and words. Like air and water. Ever changing, ever present.
She’s leaving home. She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief… Such a beautiful phrase. That song for me represents the brilliance of their songwriting.
I’ve just seen a face. The Beatles again. I have never known the like of this, I’ve been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight for other girls were never quite like this.
After forever. Black Sabbath. Nobody ever brought that one up when they accused them of satanism.
Fake plastic trees. Radiohead. Everything Radiohead. If I could be who you wanted, all the time.
Cry me a river. Just by Ella, she can express so many emotions in only one sentence.
B.Y.O.B. System of a Down helps me get the shit out. Whenever I’m pissed I just put on Mezmereize.
Settle for nothing. RATM. Read my writing on the wall, no one’s here to catch me when I fall.
Motorbreath. Metallica. First 4 albums, then St Anger. Period.
Airport song. Guster. Can’t stand the other stuff they do. But I love the melody and the arrangements in that song.
Wot’s… Uh the deal. Pink Floyd. People look at me weird when I say this. But I actually love Obscured by Clouds.
Institutionalized. Suicidal Tendencies. I was a huge fan in the mid 80’s. Just rediscovered them. Great road rage music.
Wild is the wind. Nina Simone. My song to curl up and die.
Suzanne. Leonard Cohen. I played that one at my mother’s funeral. Couldn’t listen to it for years. I’m happy to say I can now.
Where is my mind. The Pixies. Heard it for the first time watching Fight Club at the theater. I won’t get into the movie here, it’s in another post. But it was a revelation.
Life on mars. Bowie. I love Bowie. Just plain love. I don’t care what he says, I love his 80’s material. I loved what he did in Tin Machine, with NIN. Did I mention I love Bowie?
Kiss off. Violent Femme. That pretty much sums up what I feel most days.
And on a loop: Charlie Parker, Dexter Gordon, Stan Getz, Chet Baker, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Thelonius Monk and Charles Mingus.
Slices of my days.