Here, soundtrack, soundtrack, soundtrack... where are you?
So, at some point yesterday I saw a little blip about the Eclipse Soundtrack release date, and then I immediately forgot about it (this is not unusual, sadly). Despite being a blogger, I am apparently an epic fucking fail when it comes to tracking down information I think I've seen before.
Which is why I want to send out a great big thank you to everyone who answered my panicked Twitter call this afternoon. I'm utterly, completely clueless--you are not.
Quick, Snarkier Than You! To the Twitter-phone!!
I've been thinking lately about the upcoming illusive Eclipse Soundtrack, which has yet to be released and could possibly be great or make my eardrums bleed. Thankfully, we only have to wait until June 8, 2010 to find out.
That Editors song on the New Moon soundtrack was so bad I threw up in my mouth a little...
Naturally, the actual tracks of the soundtrack are all hush-hush, with the exception of Muse. Um, duh, Summit. Muse is going to be on the Eclipse soundtrack after all? Really? Why, how shocking! You don't have to be Alice to guess that one...
Anyhoo, once I heard this news, my natural thought process is to reflect upon both the New Moon Soundtrack and the Twilight Soundtrack. Like the movies, I have a love/hate relationship with the soundtracks.
For example, I absolutely loathed the Anya Marina song on New Moon but fell head over mushy-girly-ness heels with the Lykke Li song. I really didn't expect that.
Soundtracks are pretty important in cinema, more so than most people think. I remember watching Cast Away and noticing right away there was no music. It was haunting.
I don't know about you but I tend to wander around with my own personal soundtrack in my head. Maybe I'm a ridiculously vain, self-centered asshole or maybe music really does rule my life, but the other day I was walking up from the subway into Union Square when my iPod switched tracks and holy-fucking-shit the song was perfect for that moment.
One minute I'm listening to Townes Van Zandt, barely auditory over the rumble and grumble of the Q train. Then, as I ascend the dirty, tiled old steps into Union Square, a wind starts a-blowin' and I'm suddenly thrust into the mayhem and bustle of a crowded square in New York City. And at that precise moment the music changes.
It's New Noise by Refused. There's a sort of crescendo as I walk up the steps and then...
The sound explodes.
And it's absolutely fucking spot on. For one brief moment I don't feel like I'm trudging to just another day at work in my mundane life. And it feels pretty damn nice.
Which makes me wonder.
What's your soundtrack?
Do you think about this or am I really just batshit crazy?
Have you ever heard a song and felt it defined you? Ever been in the midst of a situation and suddenly realized that there was a tune that fit that moment perfectly and supremely? Is there a band you simply can't get enough of (Man Man, I'm looking at you)? Do you ever find yourself in situations where you're suddenly thinking, "huh, Rehab would be a perfect song for this moment."
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