I’d had a moment.
Shadowclub’s song “Good Morning Killer” played on the radio as I left the office; about half a minute later I’d heard the same track rocking out proudly from a passing car. There was something about those two vaguely related pieces of time (and possibly that it’s my song of the moment), that had left me feeling like Awesome personified.
And that was it. Except, not really.
In the (+/-) 30-second piece of time that slotted neatly between the two vaguely related pieces of time, I had let my dreamer-self wander. Wander amongst the notion of a life’s soundtrack, my life’s soundtrack.
I’m no music fundi. Ask me a piece of musical trivia, make the future of my very existence depend on knowing it, and the chances are that you’ll be a murderer at the end of round 1.
And yet…
And yet, I dare to fathom a soundtrack for this existence! Such is the power of music I guess. So here goes, dear existence, let these artists weave their musical power:
Shadowclub:
It was love at first shadowy sound wave. I saw them live at Rocking the Daisies (2011 babeh!) and have been besotted ever since. They ooze what I imagine the essence of rock n roll to be.
Try: Playing their latest album whilst walking out ‘n about and see if you don’t feel like the coolest character in a movie (shot in slo-mo and with a black & white filter, hell’s yea!).
The Black Keys:
These masters of music seriously do not have a single track that won’t leave you feeling like you need to hit the road on an epic, yet self-reflective road trip. A road trip that’s bound to be filled with adventures that people will be talking about for years to come, in hushed silences of awe of course.
Try: Planning a trip that’s the length of all their albums, and then playing them all.
The Pretty Reckless:
I tend to cringe when I remember that the lead singer was that annoying chick from Gossip Girl, but boy can she SING! The sound gives a sort’ve rough around the edges, badass vibe. The kinda tunes that would play during fight sequences (like in the movies) where people bleed and other people smile at the fact that people are bleeding.
Try: When you’re driving away (real fast) after a blowout during a stopover at a rough-looking venue – you know, whilst on a mandatory stop after driving 2 hours on a long car journey…
Them Crooked Vultures:
A super band if ever there was one. There are certain elements of their music that seem reminiscent of a decade that was probably before my time, let’s say a ‘sound that defeats the constraints of time’. It’s the kinda music that doesn’t need affirmation, and I’d imagine it’s what plays towards the end of a movie, when the battles are won, and the bad guys are contemplating moving onto the side of good ‘cause it’s so much cooler. ‘Nuff said.
Try: When you’re making a quick getaway, or on the road home.
A life’s soundtrack is never complete, as long as the one compiling it is the one living it.
