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my soundtrack
Soundrack of My Life?
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

Opening Credits: Ferriswheel by Why?

Waking Up: Pretty Mary K (New Moon Version) by Elliot Smith

First Day of School: 7:25 by Mogwai

Falling in Love: Sospiri by The Winston Jazz Routine

Fight Song: Blind (Frankie Knuckles Remix) by Hercvles And Love Affair

Breaking Up: Hay Consuelo by Pier Bucci

Prom: Smash Your Head by Girl Talk

Life: Horseheadedfleshwizard by Devendra Banhart

Driving: All We Have by Brazillian Girls

Flashback: Optimistic by Radiohead

Getting Back Together: Leyendecker by Battles

Wedding: The Animated Tripod by The Cinematic Orchestra

Party: King Of You by Psapp

Birth of A Child: 100 Years by Dr. Dog (this is actually really good)

Final Battle: Eddie's Gun by The Kooks

Funeral Song: Se Lest (Heima Version) by Sigur Ros (perfect)

Ending Credits: Xilo by Gui Boratto

categorizing

i think it makes sense how with music we categorize by the artist (or moreso frontman). like when we think about the music we listen to we see their faces, them playing it. but with movies we see the actors. im not discrediting their role at all, but the director should be in that frontman role. this being said i want to watch movies in chronological order with different directors. i want to see their eye in the works, instead of the actors in the works.
i want to start with gus van sant.
i would want to watch everything by fellini.

who is in? maybe a weekly movie night?

favorite albums by year

this is according to the years that i was alive.
criteria for this: don't choose an album because it is what inspired something later on. choose albums that you listen to more than others from that year, and you feel a better connection to it. try to narrow it down to one. i have two for some of mine, but it is a tough call on those.

1982 – Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska
1983 – Tears for Fears – The Hurting
1984 – Bruce Springsteen – Born In The USA
1985 – The Cure – The Head On The Door
1986 – The Smiths – The Queen is Dead
1987 – U2 – The Joshua Tree
1988 – The Pixies – Surfer Rosa
1989 – The Cure - Disintegration
1990 – Depeche Mode - Violator
1991 – My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
1992 – Arreseted Development – 3 years, 5 months & 2 days in the life of…
1993 – Sting – Ten Summoner’s Tales
1994 – Portishead - Dummy
1995 – Radiohead – The Bends
1996 – Weezer - Pinkerton
1997 – Radiohead – OK Computer / Bjork - Homogenic
1998 – Elliott Smith - XO
1999 – Jimmy Eat World - Clarity
2000 – Radiohead – Kid A
2001 – Daft Punk - Discovery
2002 – Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot / Sigur Ros – ( )
2003 – Broken Social Scene – You Forgot It In People
2004 – Sufjan Stevens – Seven Swans
2005 – Sufjan Stevens – Illinois / M83 – Before the Dawn Heals Us
2006 – The Knife – Silent Shout
2007 – The Cinematic Orchestra – Ma Fleur

days of all days

there are some days that i remember so vividly, these days could be waking up through falling asleep. or it could be a period of time where i went from relaxation to relaxation again, like way too much craziness happened in that time. i thought i would share some of these, because these are stories that i will continue to tell people all the time. ill re-blog this every day, that will be my way of always telling people.

june 2, 2000
my parents went away on vacation leaving me at my house alone. i took the day off of school because i had to prepare for 2 things that will happen that night, Quarter Oi's last shows, and Senior Prom at Valley Christian. but i really took the day off to make myself tired and sleep all day because after the all night long prom, i would drive straight to taking my SATs. simple, strange day. i wake up at 8, mad that i didnt sleep in. i wanted to make my sleep schedule adjust easily for me not sleeping in that future night, and not be tired for the SATs. i decide to go running to make me tired. i run for a few blocks, passing mcdonalds and realizing that i would rather drink a milkshake than run. so i drink it, and i go home. then instead of getting things ready for prom that night i watch tv. then i meet up with the band to go to our two shows (not knowing they were our last shows), and i knew i would only be able to go to the first of the two because of the prom. play the show. leave our set early even, and then im out on 280 around 6:00 during peak traffic, trying to get to willow glen to get the corsage and then all the way to santa teresa area to pick up my date. oh and i have to get dressed. and meet her at 6:30. around 6:30 i call and tell her i am not even close. i go to pick up the corsage, florist is closed with a note on the door saying "brian, your corsage is at the restaurant next door". i pick it up (free because we didnt know how to pay for it) and rush to her house. still in traffic, at the offramp towards her house i rear end the car in front of me. she refuses to get out because of the traffic. no damage to either car, she wants to cops to check it out because she doesnt trust my words. frustrated i call my date again (7:30ish) and tell them the situation, and her dad dealt with the lady and the cop and my car while we went to the prom. the prom was awkward and my date and i didnt really talk. i hung out with our mutual friend. i left, confused and bored. then i drove straight to take my SATs. and after that i talked to my parents (in europe) to tell them that i got in an accident.

it's funny how i remember everything about the day except the prom, which took up a long long long time.

june 15-16, 2006
in prague, czech republic.
all 7 of us on our trip decided to split up during our last day of being in prague. some people went and ate goulash, some people shopped for shoes. we all knew to be back at our hostel across town at 4. so that we could pack and pay and give us enough time to get on the night train to frankfurt germany. realizing that my group is running late and the buses and trains seem to be going slower we develop a plan. 2 guys would go back, get our bags, pay for the hostel, get in a taxi and meet us at the train station because public transit wasnt on our side, plus all of us who did not eat goulash were now starving. getting on our last metro towards our meet up spot, aletheia, katherine and i got ticketed by the czech transit police. we had to go to an atm to get money so that we wouldnt get arrested. we now had less money, stressed on time, starving and hoping that everyone will meet us when we said so.
end up eating at mcdonalds, and im not thrilled about sleeping on a train for the night, but i am excited about a nice hotel (not hostel) in amsterdam the following night. we meet up, everyone is stressed and we get on our 12 hour overnight train to realize there arent sleeper cabins. just rooms of 3 chairs facing 3 chairs (much like the one from ljubljana to budapest). me, ryan, katherine and random people. for 12 hours. not comfortable. making me excited to switch trains in frankfurt and get something nicer (since dutch trains are some of the best), and excited to sleep in a hotel.
we switch trains. and we are now on the most populated train of all. all 7 of us split up and we have to sit in the sections between cars (by the bathroom, in the steps) for a few hours until some people get off at random stops in the dutch countryside. then we have seats. im excited still for a nice hotel and nice shower and all that. so finally we get to amsterdam, and we instantly look for places to stay, everything is booked. everything. we call around and there is nothing. it was a friday or saturday night. finally the girls find a place for the 3 of them. the 4 of us guys end up sleeping in someone's apartment or something. i feel like the owners were out of town and whoever was housesitting traded it for money. it was weird and sketchy and the worst place ive ever stayed in. i just wanted to sleep laying down in a nice place with no stress.

the craziest and most stressful day ever.

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