Weird game being sent around MySpace, I played by the rules here, results too weird!

If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?

How to do it:
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.
6. Be honest.

OPENING CREDITS

WAKING UP
Meds – Placebo

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
Dream Police – Cheap Trick

FALLING IN LOVE
Happiness Is A Warm Gun – Beatles

FIGHT SONG
Stoned Love – Dianna Ross and the Supremes

BREAKING UP
Bye Bye Love – Everly Brothers

PROM
Gimme Three Steps – Lynyrd Skynyrd

LIFE IS GOOD
Valentino – Bowling for Soup

DRIVING
Jerk It Out – Ceasars

MENTAL BREAKDOWN
Sign of the Times – Petula Clark

FLASHBACK
I’ll Be Your Mirror – Velvet Underground

GETTING BACK TOGETHER
Me and My Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin

WEDDING
Venetian Silhouettes – Aqua Velvets

FINAL BATTLE
Message In A Bottle – Sting

DEATH SCENE
Fortress Around Your Heart – Sting

FUNERAL SONG
One Minute Past Eternity – Jerry Lee Lewis

END CREDITS
Orgy – Blue Monday

New medicine today… Feeling a bit more present and clear but a bit shaky. I guess you can only do so much with selective poisoning.

There are a lot of things I wish I could have in life but if there were one thing it would be a magical button that guaranteed that nothing would ever separate me from my wife.

Our neighbor lost his wife of nearly 87 years lately and since that time I’ve been obsessed with the knowledge that sooner or later either my wife or I will be separated, and I neither want to leave her alone in grief nor to be left alone without her.

More spiritually evolved individuals seem to not only tolerate the impermanence of all things but actually take joy in it, for to them it gives the presence meaning. For me, knowing that all love ends tragically, makes it difficult to fully vest in and enjoy each moment in a relationship.

I’d like to know how the Buddhists manage it. I’ve heard about Tibetan monasteries where they use human skull caps as drinking vessels to remind themselves of the impermanence of all things.

Bush tells us we need a troop surge in Iraq, need to send another 20,000 troops, it’s essential to the success of the mission. Tony Blair announces that Brittan is pulling half of their 7500 troops out, and Bush says, it’s a sign that things are going right in Iraq.

I met Elke on MySpace. She goes by the handle Adults Are Obsolete Children and invited Tina and I to go watch her and her friends (Plane Site) make music at Mr. Spots Chai House in Seattle (Ballard).

Watch out for the driving instructions on Mr. Spots Chai Houses’s website, they’re wrong. It’s not 1.6 miles past 20th, it’s two blocks past. Market, Leary, and 22nd Ave NW come together at a common intersection.

Plane Sites’ Mariah Reed plays sitar and guitar, Jeff Kimes plays didgeridoo, both do volcals. Also doing vocals but not pictured here was a fellow with long red dreadlocks named Liam. Baca fellow with darker shorter dreadlocks also played drums as did Liam at times.

Before attending this performance, I couldn’t imagine how they would work together. As it happens, incredibly well, that and African drums and some very capable vocalists and some MIDI tracks.

The music was remarkable but as remarkable as it was, the energy of the people there really made the experience. Nothing like this have I experienced in decades.

If you get a chance to see Plane Site make music, do it!