To the left, just past the painting, on the other side of the hall, is the bathroom, the sort of open door that if cameras found it as they passed through the house in a horror movie would trigger a blast of synthesizers.
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Music is not my life. My life is music.
....harmony that would fittingly imitate the utterances and accents of a brave man who is engaged in warfare or in any enforced business, and who, when he has failed [_] confronts fortune with steadfast endurance and repels her strokes
Even though we've devoted our lives to music, we both know that the most important things happen without a soundtrack.
The Dave Matthews Band__ __rash into Me_ played over the montage, not that the lyrics had anything to do with the images the song was played over but it was __aunting_, it was __oody_, it was __umming things up_, it gave the footage an __motional resonance_ that I guess we were incapable of capturing ourselves. At first my feelings were basically so what? But then I suggested other music: __urt_ by Nine Inch Nails, but I was told that the rights were sky-high and that the song was __oo ominous_ for this sequence; Nada Surf__ __opular_ had __oo many minor chords_, it didn__ fit the __ood of the piece,_ it was _ again _ __oo ominous._ When I told them I seriously did not think things could get any more fucking ominous than they already were, I was told, __hings get very much more ominous, Victor,_ and then I was left alone.
Society, you're a crazy breed.
The movies, I thought, have got the soundtrack to war all wrong. War isn't rock 'n' roll. It's got nothing to do with Jimi Hendrix or Richard Wagner. War is nursery rhymes and early Madonna tracks. War is the music from your childhood. Because war, when it's not making you kill or be killed, turns you into an infant. For the past eight days, I'd been living like a five-year-old _ a nonexistence of daytime naps, mushy food, and lavatory breaks. My adult life was back in Los Angeles with my dirty dishes and credit card bills.
Music is the soundtrack of your life.