Note: Original post was part of the TBD Blog Tour for Songs of Our Breakup, and can be found in author Ana Tejano‘s blog here. You may find some songs already in my book soundtrack. But that only means I heart those tracks very much.
I don’t know why I felt like reblogging this. Maybe because I’m revising Songs to Get Over You and the feelings are getting to me. Or maybe because Monday bit me and is still dragging me down. In any case, I needed to listen to something, and I remembered this. A ready, foolproof, karaoke-hits playlist. Continue Reading
My second baby Songs of Our Breakup is out! *jumpshot* I’ve been hearing lovely things from the handful of people who’ve read it, and one common comment is that the book needs a soundtrack. Well, it kind of does have a soundtrack. Unofficially, that is.
Writing for me usually requires a vacuum. But sometimes, writing requires a playlist.
It made sense that I needed music to write a story about an indie rock band, taking on the task of penning lyrics for the first time ever. I was ambitious, I know. But it was super fun. The words came to me at the oddest moments. The lyrics to Slipstream for one, got into my head while I was waiting for the train at Ayala Station. By the time I got off at Quezon Avenue, the song’s first draft was complete.
The point is sometimes we need noise. A pounding drumbeat, a metallic guitar riff, or just some good old rock and roll.
Below are some (vintage) songs that accompanied me while I was deep inside my writer’s hole for Songs of Our Breakup.
Click, shuffle, and repeat.
The Script. Man on the Wire.
The Strokes. You Only Live Once
Sandwich. In Case of Fire
Ed Sheeran. The A Team
John Mayer. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
The Killers. Shot At The Night
Maroon 5. Beautiful Goodbye
Arctic Monkeys. Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts.
Video credits to owners.
It all started with a conversation about missed Saturdates, bucket lists, and the year we are turning 30. Then my friend Hazel and I realized we both had a dormant dream – to dance and jump around with our shirts sticking to our skin in a music festival. And boy did it happen.
In this day and age, a broken iPod can take away so many things from you. For me, I lost my background music as I trudged through the day, the borrowed sanity needed during a grueling commute, and the thrill of fresh music blasting my eardrums. I have managed to replace the first two with incessant daydreaming and productive musings, but there really is no perfect substitute to an updated playlist. Thus far, below are the important musical moments that I am still missing. Blame it on my failed, blue iAngel-skinned, iPod 2G: