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Personal Soundtrack

This post was brought to you by the inner soundtrack of “Bulletproof… I wish I was” by Radiohead. On repeat. Oh and the letter M. and the number 7.

I love listening to music. Wow, a revelation right there, eh? I love listening to music and lyrics so much I often find myself mouthing the words. At work. Which probably looks pretty odd, but could be worse. I could be actually singing. I love finding songs to suit my mood, and have a staple of “classics” that I will play for months on end and then promptly forget all about for more months on end. Frequently I have an earworm too. A song I just can’t get out my head even if I haven’t heard it in a long time. But I’m almost digressing, and the wonderful SwissToni covers the subject of earworms better than I ever could.

I have songs for every occasion. Upbeat songs for when I am trying to be busy and tidy around the flat, plenty of melancholy ones, and a fair sprinkling of more obscure music, not that you’d be able to tell from my last.fm profile. I love it when I’m listening to a song and the way I’m feeling that instant is voiced in the lyrics, through the music. Even if that connection lasts just minutes, hours, rather than days or weeks, from then on that song is special. I love that you can listen to a song over and over, but, on a specific day, at a specific point of time, you just ‘get’ it. It’s like listening with new ears. Or something.

So, even with the reflective time of the end of the year past, I’m thinking of my current personal soundtrack. After earworming Bulletproof all evening it must figure in there somewhere. With other Radiohead tracks too, probably Talk Show Host and Nude.  Along with the sweetness of Elbow (especially The Bones Of You and Mirrorball) , the shouty sweariness of Vietnow by Rage Against The Machine, the variety(ness) of Incubus (see Anti-Gravity Love Song, Echo and Beware! Criminal), the angstiness of Nirvana classics and the chipperness of Vampire Weekend. Also the music of the boy’s (we can’t think of a suitable nickname for him and he doesn’t want to be mentioned on here by an initial) cousin Prairie Cat never fails to put a smile on my face. This will change though. Probably within the next ten minutes.

What is the current soundtrack to your life?