I see that Zhayena (or at least I assume that it’s Zhayena) has initiated a small challenge for the Natsecorma bloggers. And, being the supportive fellow that I am, I will, naturally support it.

“Ditt livs soundstrack” (Soundtrack of your life), the challenge is called. Now, I’ve already written a thing like this before, but having as much time as I do, I see no reason to just copy/paste that one. That’d be dull. Not to mention that the songs on that list were more politically orientated than a list like this should be.

So, let’s see. (WARNING: My life is extremely boring and void of interesting incidents. I suspect that this list will reflect that.)

For the opening credits, I’d use Radiohead’s “How To Disappear Completely”. Black background, white credits, and Thom Yorke whispering “I’m not here, this isn’t happening, I’m not here” over and over again.

So, for my life from I was 7 to just after my 16th birthday, I’d use Sex Pistol’s “I’m Not Your Stepping Stone” (although in a very ironic way). From 13 to 19, I’d alternate some with The Undertones’ “Smarter Than You”, refering to the feeling of intellectual superiority I’ve felt ever since I moved to the place where my parents live now, and discovered how incredibly ignorant everyone was. (Compared to me, that is. :P) For the social life illustrations in this era, I’d stick in some Radiohead - “Creep” (illustrating my relationship to women), some The Beatles - “I Am The Walrus” (used alongside images of me throwing up my guts during parties) and some Smashing Pumpkins’ “Tonight, Tonight” (me and my friends out walking in town after school, or out stealing apples, plums and pears from our teachers’ gardens in the autumn).

For the last two-three years, I think one song’d been enough. Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb”. This because I’ve been relative comfortable in my social numbness in this period.

And that’s about as long as I’ve lived, so for the remainder of the film, I have no idea what music to use. Except that I’d have Muse’s “Thoughts Of A Dying Aetheist” to accompany my deathbed and the ending credits. Either that, or Brahms’ “Denn Alles Fleisch Ist Wie Grass”, from his Deutsche Requiem.

“Well, that sure was depressing!” you might think. And you’d be right. I’ve obviously exaggerated here; this is a film, not a biography. It needs to sell, and I think that tristesse‘d sell more than monotomy and boredom. :P