I especially am slow
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rachg82Take a look at your clocks--do you know what time it is? No, not Hammer Time. It's MUSIC TIME. Oh, baby.
*sounds trumpets*
Fanfic Soundtrack and whaaaaaat.
I will even take pity on your poor souls & merely link to the songs this time, rather than embed the vids. I thought including them within the actual post was better, because I personally hate having to open a new window/tab every second (so tedious), but then I found out doing so made people's browsers all "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?", so…yeah. Not so much.
Also, unrelated, but: am I the only one who hates using ALT+0133 to create an ellipsis vs. simply typing out the three dots? I hate how close together it makes the periods look; however, I know it's correct.
Moving on.
Just like last time, this soundtrack will be comprised of many things:
-songs that influenced the story.
-songs that played in the background & had absolutely nothing to do with the story.
-songs that reminded me of the story as I was writing it. Like a songfic in reverse! Hee.
-songs that remind me of the characters.
-songs that remind me of season 6.
-songs. Haha.[/obvious sarcasm]
Hot diggity dog. "That sounds like a lot of songs!", you might be saying to yourself. Well, you'd be right. Obviously, no one's going to sit & listen to all of these in one stretch. I'd suggest keeping it open in a separate window & coming back to it/letting it play while you do your thing elsewhere on zee interwebz.
Or ignore it. Whichever floats your boat. Either way, I'll still be able to come back to this playlist later & remember the experience. That's pretty much my main objective for doing these things.
Note: I'm skipping the songs I included with my fanfic this time, because it's just too repetitive to put them here too. I have enough songs as it is! Heh.
-Hurt, Nine Inch Nails. When I started this fic, I had a handful of images & words in my mind & I wrote some of them down as an outline to help me begin:
-Brennan in the elevator.
-Brennan in the rain.
-Distance, descent.
-Steps. Moving away, moving on.
-Walls.
-The fall.
-dark/light.
-never surrender.
-words matter.
-ascent.
There was obviously more written down as the outline went on, but that's how it started. The biggest--absolutely the biggest word of the entire thing--as I began? Was "descent." It's what the elevator represented. It's what the snake in "Hurt" represents. The snake; the serpent; the "fallen" angel; the "fall" of mankind; man's "fall" from grace; it's the deceit of depression & the Tree of Knowledge (the snake stares you *down*) all in one--suddenly you feel like you see things "clearly" and you've lost your way and nothing is the same. You're in Hell, which figuratively is…you guessed it…a symbol for having "gone below". Six feet under literally, symbolically much deeper. Not to mention one descends into the depths of madness, linguistically. You feel like you're drowning, going down, down, down. Diving deep. Which works on a Jungian level as well, because water represents emotions. WHICH IS WHY BOOTH & BRENNAN ARE ALWAYS IN THE RAIN (well, not always, but you know what I mean. Intense "Give us a chance! Let's make out!" moments). Rain that FALLS from the sky. At night. In the dark, which is also symbolic. Because you would physically "ascend" into the light--i.e. the sky, where the sun is--ergo, you'd "descend" into the dark, into deep & murky emotions. Not necessarily bad ones, but certainly not simple ones. How much do you want to bet when they're finally together they'll be all making out either in the sun or a sunshower? (DOUBLE RAINBOW, OH MY GOD, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?)
Shall I go on? I love overanalyzing shit. Hee.
Plus you guys know I'm incapable of doing a soundtrack without listing this song anyway. It means a lot to me that I didn't "hurt myself today" while writing this fic, though. January was not easy, and I'm really proud of how I handled it.
-Refugees Return & Passacaglia/Shape of Things To Come, Bear McCreary (BSG Soundtrack). Technically, I spent the first few days listening to all sorts of BSG music in general, but these two songs were the most-often played. I'd start with them, I'd end with them, I lovelovelove them. I've said it before & I'll say it again: when I die, I'd like to hear Passacaglia/Shape of Things To Come as I go. Or have it greet me as I arrive, if Heaven actually exists. IT DOES THINGS TO ME. And the memory of that scene? Their hands together, walking through the door? The long, red carpet? The room spinning around their heads & kiss? The white cradle? The montage? Life & death & enemies & lovers & faith & sin & hope for peace? ealihoiheaogihoiggh SHOW! You're too much for me sometimes.
Not to mention, "Refugees Return"? For the love of God. Kara. Tigh. I'm not made of stone here, people. Combine that with Booth & Brennan after "The Doctor in the Photo" & you've got one angsty rachg82.
Ooh, AND: One Year Later. Because, come on, "one year later." Indonesia, Afghanistan. Self-explanatory. At least they didn't end up in New Caprica!
-Kissing You, Des'ree. My official "Booth & Bones Sexytimes" anthem. When they finally do the deed on the show, this will be what plays in my head.
P.S. Looking back, I should've tagged the fic "check it out--a 29 year old virgin writing a sex scene! This should be interesting", but I think that would've been too long. Ha. In all seriousness, I hesitated to go there because my dating experiences have only been mildly intimate on a physical level (both with men & women, seeing as I'm bi), so I almost felt like I didn't have the "right", but then I told myself to shut up. Hee. Like, it's a story, WTF. Write what you want, dude.
-Hot Thing/In the Mood, Talib Kweli. Y'all know how I feel about my Talib. Love this man. "She cold blooded/I love how we melt in the ice/you're like the sunshine of my life." Oh, hi there, Brennan.
-The Garden, Mirah. Like I said before "The Doctor in the Photo", this was going to be one of my new theme songs for Bones if Booth rejected her. Hee. Done & done!
-Nothing Can Be Explained, Bleach. I linked to a fanvid here because it's what introduced me to the song in the first place, and because I love it. Adore it, actually. It perfectly fits with the song, for one; I am crazy about River, two; and it visually says things about the song that I'd like to say about how I believe Brennan sometimes feels (despite not being about her. River's different of course. She's delusional. She is, however, extremely intelligent--as well as blunt & literal & odd. That's why she owns my heart, just like Anya from Buffy, Max on Parenthood, & Illyria from Angel). Mainly because I understand it myself, and I relate to her so much. Too much detailed input, too much sensation, too much information--it layers & layers--your brain & body don't always cooperate, and sometimes it's all just too much. You want to run. Quiet it down. It's not a matter of difficulty focusing; it's a matter of being utterly overwhelmed & exhausted from the inside-out & outside-in. You do yearn for love & relationships & fun, but you *need* your solitude too, need time for your own interests & control & planning & having things make sense & so on & so forth. And sometimes you've got to take a break & recharge. Especially if there's too much change happening. You get to a "meltdown" or "shutdown" point otherwise, which is exactly what happened to Brennan at the end of season 5. When Booth was all, "just have one more drink with me" and she was like, "I'm just tired. I'm gonna go home." I knew what that meant. "Tired" does NOT mean the same thing to her as it means to someone like, say, my sister. This is a woman who can stay up for days working, barely eating, not sleeping, if it means focusing on a task of her choosing. When she's tired? She's fucking TIRED. About ready to BREAK. Note the "just" before it too. When I say "I'm really tired today"--not a big deal. When I say "I'm just tired"? Sound the alarms. I'm not okay.
-The Art of Suicide, Emilie Autumn. "The world is full of poets. We don't need anymore. The world is full of singers. We don't need anymore. The world is full of lovers. We don't need anymore." 'Nuff said.
-Thank God I'm Pretty, Emilie Autumn. This one's for Hannah. I have more to say about it than that, actually, but it'll just lead to me going off on a Portlandia-style Feminist Bookstore soapbox tangent, so let's not. Ha. I'm such a stereotype.
-Get Ur Freak On, Missy Elliott. Despite the misspelling of "your", I love this song. I've been working hard over the last year on learning to wave my Freak Flag proudly, and characters like Brennan help me do that immensely. EMBRACE THE WEIRDNESS. Heh. It makes things so much better. (I think we need our own parade, ngl. All the bullied nerds from the local schools can show up + drag queens & kings + PRIDE marching bands + poly couples + disabled people who are tired of being stared at and just wanna OWN it + people covered in body modifications + the obese + the underweight + whatever + et cetera. IT WOULD BE MAGICAL. "Normal" people need not apply, yo. You already have a parade & it's called WESTERN SOCIETY.)
-Leave You on the Pavement, Catherine Feeny. Oh, how I love this song. I first heard it in a fanvid about Scully during the Diana debacle on XF, and I eagerly hunted it down again when Hannah appeared on Bones. Which reminds me, I really need to add that as another category to my 51 Things picspam sometime soon. Love Triangles that make Fandom all explode-y! BIG TIME.
-Sober, Tool. "I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave…trust in me & fall as well…trust me, trust me, trust me."
-Suicide Note, Johnette Napolitano. You all know--aside from those of you who were just added--that this song has a personal connection for me because of my mother's mental illness & addictions. For the purposes of this fic, however, it's dedicated to Booth & his father.
-Whether You Fall, Tracy Bonham. "Whether you fall means nothing at all. It's whether you get up." Indeed.
-Ha, Juvenile. Yes, I am extremely random, and no, this song had no impact on the fic. Or DID IT? Heh, no, it didn't. But I listened to it while writing! And I love the way the video breaks things down by time.
Although, actually, the "you know what it is/yo make nothin' out of somethin'/you handle your biz and don't be cryin' and suffering"--that does apply. So, hey! (I especially love the "nothing out of something." Oh, the feeling of futility.)
-#1 Crush & Milk by Garbage. I'll never get tired of these.
-Kalifornia, Mos Def. This is my JAM right now.
-Back to Black, Amy Winehouse. Oh, Brennan. THE FUNERAL IMAGERY. It kills.
-It's Cool We Can Still Be Friends, Bright Eyes. Absolutely, hands down, the most honest & painful song on the subject I've ever heard. It's not the type of song you can listen to & just forget immediately afterward.
-Ain't No Sunshine, Bill Withers. This song makes me crazy, it's so gorgeous.
-He Loves Me, Jill Scott. Yeah, Jill! GET IT, GIRL.
-Play Dead and Hunter by Bjork. These both played a role in the fic. I was sitting at my desk, thinking about where to go next & listening to music to get me in the mood, and BOOM. Voila. Way to be, Bjork. Way to be. (I will never be able to think of Brennan's trip to Indonesia as anything other than a hunting expedition for love & self-acceptance, now. I especially love it because they kept referring to Booth & the snipers "hunting" in the last episode. PARALLELS, baby. Falling in my lap.)
Seriously though: she brought back "the goods"! She thought she could "organize freedom"! Ha. Don't you love this song even more now?!
Also: Possibly Maybe & Like Someone in Love. Okay, I swear I'll stop reccing Bjork songs now. I can't help that I've been obsessed with her for 17 years now!
-Cathedrals, Jump Little Children. One of my top three favorite songs of all time.
-Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley. Another of my top three faves of all time! THE LYRICS. I can't deal. Leonard Cohen, you magnificent bastard. (P.S. I might be tempted to make this my back-up Booth & Brennan Sexytimes Anthem if their first time ends up at all angsty/comfort-y/"omg we've been through so much, LET'S JUST GET IT ON ALREADY, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, WE'LL WORK THE DRAMA OUT AFTER"-type sex. "Love is not a victory march--it's a cold & it's a broken hallelujah…and remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, & every breath we drew was hallelujah." Ahhhhhhhhhh.)
-Why Don't We Fall in Love, Amerie. Mmm, Amerie. Why DON'T we fall in love? Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
-99 Problems, Jay-Z. I told Coda when she was staying with me that, if I ever get married, this song is getting played at the reception. I'm dead serious. Ha. Any person that commits to me--and vice versa (which would be the bigger issue, by far)--better have one hell of a sense of humor.
And while I'm at it: Hard Knock Life & Song Cry.
-The Eraser, Thom Yorke. I might start giving fewer explanations for songs as this goes on because, seriously, I have SO MANY SONGS HERE. Haha. So, yeah. Unless I've got something major to say, whatever. Just listen. Heh.[/lazy]
-The Becoming, NIN. One of the best songs written about depression/emotional numbness/desperation in the history of songs.
-Anger Management & Book of the Month. Mmm, angsty, intense season 6 make-up sex. YES PLZ.
-Providence & School Night, Ani Difranco. Ahhh, GOD, how I love these songs.
-Bag Lady, Erykah Badu. Yes, I know this has shown up on previous soundtracks. It still belongs!
-Getting back to Talib Kweli:
The Blast (the rain!)
Long Hot Summer
How You Love Me.
-Aaaand getting back to Mos Def again:
Ms. Fat Booty. Can't. Stop. Listening. Used to love this song so, so much back in the day. Found it again this week & just about lost my shit, I flailed so hard.
-I See Your Smile, Gloria Estefan.
-Violin Concerto, Philip Glass.
Also: The Hours & Metamorphosis 1.
-Catalyst, Anna Nalick. (and for my fellow Lee/Kara fans: enjoy).
-Little Bird, The Weepies. I love this song so, so much.
-My Manic and I, Laura Marling. Cutting the bullshit this time by linking directly to the BSG fanvid, ha. I LOVE THIS VID & I LOVE THIS SONG & I LOVE THIS SHOW & I LOVE THIS STORY ARC.
-I Am Ready For Love, India Arie. This is just so pretty.
-Roads & Sour Times, Portishead.
-Ghostwork, 13 & God.
-From my "Someone needs to make an Atheist!Brennan Fanvid!"-playlist (hee): Dear God by XTC plus
Terrible Lie & Heresy by NIN.
-Last Goodbye, Jeff Buckley.
-O Children, Nick Cave.
-First Day of My Life, Bright Eyes. My favorite happy love song.
Also: The Calendar Hung Itself. I always think of Booth & Brennan when I hear this. "She had eyes bright enough to burn me there…and in a story told she was a little girl in a red rouge, sun-bruised field/and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed/and it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands/and it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end, where I wrote: You make me happy when skies are grey."
-Something I Can Never Have, NIN.
-Ghost, Indigo Girls.
-Running Up That Hill/God & Cooling, Tori Amos. Hola, brilliance. Thanks for dropping by.
-Sway, The Perishers.
-Pieces, Red.
-Reunited, Peaches & Herb. Hee.
and: You Don't Bring Me Flowers & The Way We Were. What? Don't you judge me!
-Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper.
-Killing Me Softly, Ex Factor, & Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (my third Booth/Brennan Sexytimes song. Hee. SO MANY. Seriously though, this song really does sum up how I feel about the end of my fic in terms of mood), Lauryn Hill.
-Numb, Pet Shop Boys. This one's a repeat offender, and there's a reason for that. It's just so perfect. It applies very well to this fic, too.
-Mashup Mix of Massive Attack, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos, & Bjork. Delicious.
-Hero of the Story, Regina Spektor. Gah, this song. "I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved." PREACH. I feel like rewatching "(500) Days of Summer" now. I'm so Summer, it's not even funny. Ha. Except I am at a point right now where I believe "love" is something that can exist in various fashions, even though I think people tend to promise things because of their feelings that they couldn't possibly guarantee & also do irrational things, etc--all in all, Cam pretty much spoke for me on the subject in terms of the balance I try to strike. It's something I struggle to define my thoughts on though. I very much understand Brennan's issues with it--and am willing to be in a relationship if I find one that's worth my time. But even then I'd still probably be like her in terms of being all, "YOU DON'T OWN ME!"-super independent, haha. And I've never been in a relationship longer than, what, a month & a half? It's…yeah. This is a topic for another day.
-In My Life, The Beatles.
-Rhiannon & Silver Springs, Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac.
-A Little Help From My Friends, Joe Cocker.
-Hate on Me, Jill Scott. Next time someone gets on Brennan for being "emotionally dumb" or "reverting back to her oh-so annoying s1 persona" or being "rude" or "so unrealistically socially oblivious/awkward" or WHATEVER, I will play this song to myself on her behalf to help calm down my urge to throttle the computer. Enjoy the haterade, biznatches! I hear it tastes like lemonade.
No, I don't over-identify with her & thus take that shit personally at all--why do you ask? Heh.
-Sweet Justice, Jill Scott. I used to listen to this song for solace, back when I lived at home. Still does the trick now, and it definitely had an impact on the fic.
-You Could Be Happy, Snow Patrol. *sniff* Favorite nice/bitter-sweet break-up song ever.
-Slippin', DMX.
-Closer to God, NIN (remix of "Closer").
-Street Spirit/Fade Out, Radiohead. Another repeat offender. Will never stop loving the song; will never stop loving the video.
-Perfect Drug, NIN. Linking to a fanvid here because this is a great remix of a great original song, and I can't find the mix anywhere else. Also, hello, BSG.
-Almost Lover, A Fine Frenzy.
-I Will Follow You Into the Dark, Deathcab For Cutie.
And FINALLY:
Black Cab, And I Remember Every Kiss, and You Are the Light, Jens Lekman.
Isn't it totally appropriate that I ended this with a song about following someone into the dark & then someone being "the light"? SYMBOLISM, yo. Hee.
SO MANY SONGS, SO LITTLE TIME. What would I do without YouTube?
*eta: Oh yes, and I was going to follow up on my fic here & add a few post-writey things (i.e. there was definitely a cathartic element to some of what got included. Now that it won't be a spoiler, I feel free to talk about it), but I'm tired now (so much linking!), so I'll come back to that later if I still want to. And obviously there'll be no Vid of the Day this time, because--seriously. Come on now.
*sounds trumpets*
Fanfic Soundtrack and whaaaaaat.
I will even take pity on your poor souls & merely link to the songs this time, rather than embed the vids. I thought including them within the actual post was better, because I personally hate having to open a new window/tab every second (so tedious), but then I found out doing so made people's browsers all "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?", so…yeah. Not so much.
Also, unrelated, but: am I the only one who hates using ALT+0133 to create an ellipsis vs. simply typing out the three dots? I hate how close together it makes the periods look; however, I know it's correct.
Moving on.
Just like last time, this soundtrack will be comprised of many things:
-songs that influenced the story.
-songs that played in the background & had absolutely nothing to do with the story.
-songs that reminded me of the story as I was writing it. Like a songfic in reverse! Hee.
-songs that remind me of the characters.
-songs that remind me of season 6.
-songs. Haha.[/obvious sarcasm]
Hot diggity dog. "That sounds like a lot of songs!", you might be saying to yourself. Well, you'd be right. Obviously, no one's going to sit & listen to all of these in one stretch. I'd suggest keeping it open in a separate window & coming back to it/letting it play while you do your thing elsewhere on zee interwebz.
Or ignore it. Whichever floats your boat. Either way, I'll still be able to come back to this playlist later & remember the experience. That's pretty much my main objective for doing these things.
Note: I'm skipping the songs I included with my fanfic this time, because it's just too repetitive to put them here too. I have enough songs as it is! Heh.
-Hurt, Nine Inch Nails. When I started this fic, I had a handful of images & words in my mind & I wrote some of them down as an outline to help me begin:
-Brennan in the elevator.
-Brennan in the rain.
-Distance, descent.
-Steps. Moving away, moving on.
-Walls.
-The fall.
-dark/light.
-never surrender.
-words matter.
-ascent.
There was obviously more written down as the outline went on, but that's how it started. The biggest--absolutely the biggest word of the entire thing--as I began? Was "descent." It's what the elevator represented. It's what the snake in "Hurt" represents. The snake; the serpent; the "fallen" angel; the "fall" of mankind; man's "fall" from grace; it's the deceit of depression & the Tree of Knowledge (the snake stares you *down*) all in one--suddenly you feel like you see things "clearly" and you've lost your way and nothing is the same. You're in Hell, which figuratively is…you guessed it…a symbol for having "gone below". Six feet under literally, symbolically much deeper. Not to mention one descends into the depths of madness, linguistically. You feel like you're drowning, going down, down, down. Diving deep. Which works on a Jungian level as well, because water represents emotions. WHICH IS WHY BOOTH & BRENNAN ARE ALWAYS IN THE RAIN (well, not always, but you know what I mean. Intense "Give us a chance! Let's make out!" moments). Rain that FALLS from the sky. At night. In the dark, which is also symbolic. Because you would physically "ascend" into the light--i.e. the sky, where the sun is--ergo, you'd "descend" into the dark, into deep & murky emotions. Not necessarily bad ones, but certainly not simple ones. How much do you want to bet when they're finally together they'll be all making out either in the sun or a sunshower? (DOUBLE RAINBOW, OH MY GOD, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?)
Shall I go on? I love overanalyzing shit. Hee.
Plus you guys know I'm incapable of doing a soundtrack without listing this song anyway. It means a lot to me that I didn't "hurt myself today" while writing this fic, though. January was not easy, and I'm really proud of how I handled it.
-Refugees Return & Passacaglia/Shape of Things To Come, Bear McCreary (BSG Soundtrack). Technically, I spent the first few days listening to all sorts of BSG music in general, but these two songs were the most-often played. I'd start with them, I'd end with them, I lovelovelove them. I've said it before & I'll say it again: when I die, I'd like to hear Passacaglia/Shape of Things To Come as I go. Or have it greet me as I arrive, if Heaven actually exists. IT DOES THINGS TO ME. And the memory of that scene? Their hands together, walking through the door? The long, red carpet? The room spinning around their heads & kiss? The white cradle? The montage? Life & death & enemies & lovers & faith & sin & hope for peace? ealihoiheaogihoiggh SHOW! You're too much for me sometimes.
Not to mention, "Refugees Return"? For the love of God. Kara. Tigh. I'm not made of stone here, people. Combine that with Booth & Brennan after "The Doctor in the Photo" & you've got one angsty rachg82.
Ooh, AND: One Year Later. Because, come on, "one year later." Indonesia, Afghanistan. Self-explanatory. At least they didn't end up in New Caprica!
-Kissing You, Des'ree. My official "Booth & Bones Sexytimes" anthem. When they finally do the deed on the show, this will be what plays in my head.
P.S. Looking back, I should've tagged the fic "check it out--a 29 year old virgin writing a sex scene! This should be interesting", but I think that would've been too long. Ha. In all seriousness, I hesitated to go there because my dating experiences have only been mildly intimate on a physical level (both with men & women, seeing as I'm bi), so I almost felt like I didn't have the "right", but then I told myself to shut up. Hee. Like, it's a story, WTF. Write what you want, dude.
-Hot Thing/In the Mood, Talib Kweli. Y'all know how I feel about my Talib. Love this man. "She cold blooded/I love how we melt in the ice/you're like the sunshine of my life." Oh, hi there, Brennan.
-The Garden, Mirah. Like I said before "The Doctor in the Photo", this was going to be one of my new theme songs for Bones if Booth rejected her. Hee. Done & done!
-Nothing Can Be Explained, Bleach. I linked to a fanvid here because it's what introduced me to the song in the first place, and because I love it. Adore it, actually. It perfectly fits with the song, for one; I am crazy about River, two; and it visually says things about the song that I'd like to say about how I believe Brennan sometimes feels (despite not being about her. River's different of course. She's delusional. She is, however, extremely intelligent--as well as blunt & literal & odd. That's why she owns my heart, just like Anya from Buffy, Max on Parenthood, & Illyria from Angel). Mainly because I understand it myself, and I relate to her so much. Too much detailed input, too much sensation, too much information--it layers & layers--your brain & body don't always cooperate, and sometimes it's all just too much. You want to run. Quiet it down. It's not a matter of difficulty focusing; it's a matter of being utterly overwhelmed & exhausted from the inside-out & outside-in. You do yearn for love & relationships & fun, but you *need* your solitude too, need time for your own interests & control & planning & having things make sense & so on & so forth. And sometimes you've got to take a break & recharge. Especially if there's too much change happening. You get to a "meltdown" or "shutdown" point otherwise, which is exactly what happened to Brennan at the end of season 5. When Booth was all, "just have one more drink with me" and she was like, "I'm just tired. I'm gonna go home." I knew what that meant. "Tired" does NOT mean the same thing to her as it means to someone like, say, my sister. This is a woman who can stay up for days working, barely eating, not sleeping, if it means focusing on a task of her choosing. When she's tired? She's fucking TIRED. About ready to BREAK. Note the "just" before it too. When I say "I'm really tired today"--not a big deal. When I say "I'm just tired"? Sound the alarms. I'm not okay.
-The Art of Suicide, Emilie Autumn. "The world is full of poets. We don't need anymore. The world is full of singers. We don't need anymore. The world is full of lovers. We don't need anymore." 'Nuff said.
-Thank God I'm Pretty, Emilie Autumn. This one's for Hannah. I have more to say about it than that, actually, but it'll just lead to me going off on a Portlandia-style Feminist Bookstore soapbox tangent, so let's not. Ha. I'm such a stereotype.
-Get Ur Freak On, Missy Elliott. Despite the misspelling of "your", I love this song. I've been working hard over the last year on learning to wave my Freak Flag proudly, and characters like Brennan help me do that immensely. EMBRACE THE WEIRDNESS. Heh. It makes things so much better. (I think we need our own parade, ngl. All the bullied nerds from the local schools can show up + drag queens & kings + PRIDE marching bands + poly couples + disabled people who are tired of being stared at and just wanna OWN it + people covered in body modifications + the obese + the underweight + whatever + et cetera. IT WOULD BE MAGICAL. "Normal" people need not apply, yo. You already have a parade & it's called WESTERN SOCIETY.)
-Leave You on the Pavement, Catherine Feeny. Oh, how I love this song. I first heard it in a fanvid about Scully during the Diana debacle on XF, and I eagerly hunted it down again when Hannah appeared on Bones. Which reminds me, I really need to add that as another category to my 51 Things picspam sometime soon. Love Triangles that make Fandom all explode-y! BIG TIME.
-Sober, Tool. "I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave…trust in me & fall as well…trust me, trust me, trust me."
-Suicide Note, Johnette Napolitano. You all know--aside from those of you who were just added--that this song has a personal connection for me because of my mother's mental illness & addictions. For the purposes of this fic, however, it's dedicated to Booth & his father.
-Whether You Fall, Tracy Bonham. "Whether you fall means nothing at all. It's whether you get up." Indeed.
-Ha, Juvenile. Yes, I am extremely random, and no, this song had no impact on the fic. Or DID IT? Heh, no, it didn't. But I listened to it while writing! And I love the way the video breaks things down by time.
Although, actually, the "you know what it is/yo make nothin' out of somethin'/you handle your biz and don't be cryin' and suffering"--that does apply. So, hey! (I especially love the "nothing out of something." Oh, the feeling of futility.)
-#1 Crush & Milk by Garbage. I'll never get tired of these.
-Kalifornia, Mos Def. This is my JAM right now.
-Back to Black, Amy Winehouse. Oh, Brennan. THE FUNERAL IMAGERY. It kills.
-It's Cool We Can Still Be Friends, Bright Eyes. Absolutely, hands down, the most honest & painful song on the subject I've ever heard. It's not the type of song you can listen to & just forget immediately afterward.
-Ain't No Sunshine, Bill Withers. This song makes me crazy, it's so gorgeous.
-He Loves Me, Jill Scott. Yeah, Jill! GET IT, GIRL.
-Play Dead and Hunter by Bjork. These both played a role in the fic. I was sitting at my desk, thinking about where to go next & listening to music to get me in the mood, and BOOM. Voila. Way to be, Bjork. Way to be. (I will never be able to think of Brennan's trip to Indonesia as anything other than a hunting expedition for love & self-acceptance, now. I especially love it because they kept referring to Booth & the snipers "hunting" in the last episode. PARALLELS, baby. Falling in my lap.)
Seriously though: she brought back "the goods"! She thought she could "organize freedom"! Ha. Don't you love this song even more now?!
Also: Possibly Maybe & Like Someone in Love. Okay, I swear I'll stop reccing Bjork songs now. I can't help that I've been obsessed with her for 17 years now!
-Cathedrals, Jump Little Children. One of my top three favorite songs of all time.
-Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley. Another of my top three faves of all time! THE LYRICS. I can't deal. Leonard Cohen, you magnificent bastard. (P.S. I might be tempted to make this my back-up Booth & Brennan Sexytimes Anthem if their first time ends up at all angsty/comfort-y/"omg we've been through so much, LET'S JUST GET IT ON ALREADY, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, WE'LL WORK THE DRAMA OUT AFTER"-type sex. "Love is not a victory march--it's a cold & it's a broken hallelujah…and remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, & every breath we drew was hallelujah." Ahhhhhhhhhh.)
-Why Don't We Fall in Love, Amerie. Mmm, Amerie. Why DON'T we fall in love? Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
-99 Problems, Jay-Z. I told Coda when she was staying with me that, if I ever get married, this song is getting played at the reception. I'm dead serious. Ha. Any person that commits to me--and vice versa (which would be the bigger issue, by far)--better have one hell of a sense of humor.
And while I'm at it: Hard Knock Life & Song Cry.
-The Eraser, Thom Yorke. I might start giving fewer explanations for songs as this goes on because, seriously, I have SO MANY SONGS HERE. Haha. So, yeah. Unless I've got something major to say, whatever. Just listen. Heh.[/lazy]
-The Becoming, NIN. One of the best songs written about depression/emotional numbness/desperation in the history of songs.
-Anger Management & Book of the Month. Mmm, angsty, intense season 6 make-up sex. YES PLZ.
-Providence & School Night, Ani Difranco. Ahhh, GOD, how I love these songs.
-Bag Lady, Erykah Badu. Yes, I know this has shown up on previous soundtracks. It still belongs!
-Getting back to Talib Kweli:
The Blast (the rain!)
Long Hot Summer
How You Love Me.
-Aaaand getting back to Mos Def again:
Ms. Fat Booty. Can't. Stop. Listening. Used to love this song so, so much back in the day. Found it again this week & just about lost my shit, I flailed so hard.
-I See Your Smile, Gloria Estefan.
-Violin Concerto, Philip Glass.
Also: The Hours & Metamorphosis 1.
-Catalyst, Anna Nalick. (and for my fellow Lee/Kara fans: enjoy).
-Little Bird, The Weepies. I love this song so, so much.
-My Manic and I, Laura Marling. Cutting the bullshit this time by linking directly to the BSG fanvid, ha. I LOVE THIS VID & I LOVE THIS SONG & I LOVE THIS SHOW & I LOVE THIS STORY ARC.
-I Am Ready For Love, India Arie. This is just so pretty.
-Roads & Sour Times, Portishead.
-Ghostwork, 13 & God.
-From my "Someone needs to make an Atheist!Brennan Fanvid!"-playlist (hee): Dear God by XTC plus
Terrible Lie & Heresy by NIN.
-Last Goodbye, Jeff Buckley.
-O Children, Nick Cave.
-First Day of My Life, Bright Eyes. My favorite happy love song.
Also: The Calendar Hung Itself. I always think of Booth & Brennan when I hear this. "She had eyes bright enough to burn me there…and in a story told she was a little girl in a red rouge, sun-bruised field/and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed/and it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands/and it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end, where I wrote: You make me happy when skies are grey."
-Something I Can Never Have, NIN.
-Ghost, Indigo Girls.
-Running Up That Hill/God & Cooling, Tori Amos. Hola, brilliance. Thanks for dropping by.
-Sway, The Perishers.
-Pieces, Red.
-Reunited, Peaches & Herb. Hee.
and: You Don't Bring Me Flowers & The Way We Were. What? Don't you judge me!
-Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper.
-Killing Me Softly, Ex Factor, & Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (my third Booth/Brennan Sexytimes song. Hee. SO MANY. Seriously though, this song really does sum up how I feel about the end of my fic in terms of mood), Lauryn Hill.
-Numb, Pet Shop Boys. This one's a repeat offender, and there's a reason for that. It's just so perfect. It applies very well to this fic, too.
-Mashup Mix of Massive Attack, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos, & Bjork. Delicious.
-Hero of the Story, Regina Spektor. Gah, this song. "I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved." PREACH. I feel like rewatching "(500) Days of Summer" now. I'm so Summer, it's not even funny. Ha. Except I am at a point right now where I believe "love" is something that can exist in various fashions, even though I think people tend to promise things because of their feelings that they couldn't possibly guarantee & also do irrational things, etc--all in all, Cam pretty much spoke for me on the subject in terms of the balance I try to strike. It's something I struggle to define my thoughts on though. I very much understand Brennan's issues with it--and am willing to be in a relationship if I find one that's worth my time. But even then I'd still probably be like her in terms of being all, "YOU DON'T OWN ME!"-super independent, haha. And I've never been in a relationship longer than, what, a month & a half? It's…yeah. This is a topic for another day.
-In My Life, The Beatles.
-Rhiannon & Silver Springs, Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac.
-A Little Help From My Friends, Joe Cocker.
-Hate on Me, Jill Scott. Next time someone gets on Brennan for being "emotionally dumb" or "reverting back to her oh-so annoying s1 persona" or being "rude" or "so unrealistically socially oblivious/awkward" or WHATEVER, I will play this song to myself on her behalf to help calm down my urge to throttle the computer. Enjoy the haterade, biznatches! I hear it tastes like lemonade.
No, I don't over-identify with her & thus take that shit personally at all--why do you ask? Heh.
-Sweet Justice, Jill Scott. I used to listen to this song for solace, back when I lived at home. Still does the trick now, and it definitely had an impact on the fic.
-You Could Be Happy, Snow Patrol. *sniff* Favorite nice/bitter-sweet break-up song ever.
-Slippin', DMX.
-Closer to God, NIN (remix of "Closer").
-Street Spirit/Fade Out, Radiohead. Another repeat offender. Will never stop loving the song; will never stop loving the video.
-Perfect Drug, NIN. Linking to a fanvid here because this is a great remix of a great original song, and I can't find the mix anywhere else. Also, hello, BSG.
-Almost Lover, A Fine Frenzy.
-I Will Follow You Into the Dark, Deathcab For Cutie.
And FINALLY:
Black Cab, And I Remember Every Kiss, and You Are the Light, Jens Lekman.
Isn't it totally appropriate that I ended this with a song about following someone into the dark & then someone being "the light"? SYMBOLISM, yo. Hee.
SO MANY SONGS, SO LITTLE TIME. What would I do without YouTube?
*eta: Oh yes, and I was going to follow up on my fic here & add a few post-writey things (i.e. there was definitely a cathartic element to some of what got included. Now that it won't be a spoiler, I feel free to talk about it), but I'm tired now (so much linking!), so I'll come back to that later if I still want to. And obviously there'll be no Vid of the Day this time, because--seriously. Come on now.
