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grand entrances, grand exits

working on a film is just the latest thing that's made me aware of the importance of music in establishing mood, making a statement about what action is occurring, the people involved and the reaction that the viewer is supposed to have. Melding music with action gives you a great deal of control over how a viewer, any viewer, perceives a scene, because the music is an important cue to how s/he should interpret what is going on. (Try this at home: Find a scene from a movie and turn off the sound off. Pick two songs that are very different from one another and related, at least tangentially, to what is going on in the scene.)

now wouldn't it be fun if you could set a soundtrack to your own life, to let those around you know how they should interpret what's happening? people might react differently at work if they heard the death star theme playing when they came to talk to you. of course, it could also get kind of noisy, but since we're strictly in the realm of the imaginary, let's have a little fun. what song would you choose for...

yourself (day-to-day)
yourself under stress
your love theme
making a dramatic entrance
birth if your child (personally, i'm taking ave satanas from the omen)
you in a moment of triumph
you in a moment of sadness
your funeral

answer whatever questions you like, all or just one (you might want to specify which category it belongs in though). let's see what you got...

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