little soundtrack

scientific fact: everyone feels, sometimes, as if their lives should have/already have a selected soundtrack appropriate for every bitty moment. that is the beauty of mp3 players - they offer, if fully charged, countless hours of grooves fit for soundtracking. folks can even make their own playlists fit for varied occasions! 'wandering' playlist, 'christmukkah' playlist, 'gym - ughhhhh' playlist, 'cooking with nobody' playlist and so on. my current life soundtrack doesn't need those aforementioned pre-selected playlists, though. i've set my week-of-december-13th-through-19th soundtrack to play only three albums: the tragically hip's 'world container', leslie feist's 'the reminder' and buck 65's 'situation'. so far this week (today is thursday, meaning there rests only two days of week left) there has not been one event or occurance that could not be suited to a song on my crunched-up, canadian soundtrack. let me explain:

sundaysundaysunday!the 13th: night of rowdy staff party. want to dance my pants (uh, dress?) off. prepare for a long night of the boogie, drinkie and (unexpectedly) drama with buck 65's "cop shades". sample:
just listen, listen to this, listen to this,
loosen yourself up, toes in one, learn your lesson,
swallow this to burn your stress and earn your blessing...

monday?monday!the early hours of the 14th: still at rowdy staff party. enjoying blueberry vodka and soda water far too much. watching friends kiss friends. watching date touch other girls. confront date, get let down, get angry, get another drink. i turn to feist's "past in present". sample:
the scarlet letter isn't black
gotta know who's got your back
he comes in right in front of you
he comes telling you the truth...

monday, monday, mundane the 14th: rararar didn't sleep all night thanks to date drama and a last-minute blueberry bomb (tastier sister to the jaegerbomb) before hailing a cab for home. get over my cranks, get over the night, get a great group of kids at work, get a chilly walk in afterwards. walk to buck 65's "dang". sample:
dangdiggydanggidangdiggydiggydangdiggydang...

mondaaaaaaywhenwillyouend?!the14th: walk my way downtown to see a) k. mcg, b) work schedule and c) where my laptop is in former date's apartment. see schedule first, see former date, the lovely lady he brought home second, manage to remember laptop and see kelli third. hover with frustration and embarassment, consume a coors light and a handful of french fries. kelli pats my head as i think of the tragically hip's "fly". sample:
i don't want them to see me like this,
they way they like to kick people when they're down,
you said, 'please stop worrying about this
they stop kicking once you're down'...

tuesdayNEWDAYthe15th: feeling good, feeling grateful for good friends and family and christmas is coming and sweet mother of lord i love my bed and books. cue feist's "i feel it all". sample:
i feel it all! i feel it all!
the wings are wide, the wings are wide!
wild card inside, wild card inside
...oooooh i'll be the one to break my heart!

tuesdayNEWNIGHTWOOWOOthe15th: i'm drinking sleeman's and eating sweet potato fries with a nice friend. we are silly and argue over videogames. i would have chosen a buck65 song here but clam chowder were playing and their cover of elton john's "rocket man" is just so nice. so rocket man is the exception to my pre-made playlist. it's only fair that i have one exception.

wednesdaythe16th: meet former date for lunch and feel caught between extreme fatigue and severe frustration. settle for shouting a snappy, "go fuck yourself" and then run back to apologize. think to feist's "how my heart behaves". sample:
the cold heart will burst
if mistrusted first.
the calm heart will break
if given a shake...

wednesdaynightHOUSECLEANINGthe16th: clean the entire apartment and bake cookies. wrap presents and begin a new book. break toilet accidentally. dance in my lack-of-pants to buck65's "shutterbuggin'". sample:
flashy flash! watch the birdie!
trashy trash! wash the dirt-ay!

thursdaythe17th: run errands, speak to few, purchase unnecessary leopard-print dress and eat noodles and eggs before work. think little of past few days and lots of family thrill to come. pretend i am a rockstar whilst in the shower. sport kilt. prepare to work a student night at the cover-charge booth. the tragically hip's "yer not the ocean" sets the tone. sample:
yer not the ocean,
yer up to my chin,
yer not the ocean
yer not coming in...

my week, so far, in song. not a terrible number of songs. only one real exception (rocket man). all canadian-written, canadian-performed goodness to a mess of a decemberish week. so much relevance between song and situation, i'm beginning to wonder why big-deal movies spend so, so much on lengthy soundtracks to begin with.