I Hate That All Blog Posts Must Have a Title

Before writing anything, I spent a good five minutes deciding what to call this blog post, but the title isn't the point, now is it? It's the content that really should reel you in...or the reputation of the author, and you all know that I'm amazing.

I've always thought that the coolest job ever would be to be the person in charge of picking the soundtrack/extra-diegetic music in movies or TV shows. Does anyone know what that person's job title is? There are so many cool songs out there and sometimes when I hear them, I see scenes and montages in my head that play against the music perfectly.

Apart from this, I've just been thinking that the world needs so much more music in it. I'll admit it, I watch "Glee," and I sometimes envy them for their magically-realistic universe in which bursting into song happens so seamlessly. Or how awesome would it to be to just have a soundtrack to life? Don't you think God and/or whoever else is watching our lives is sitting on the edge of their seats when we have these dramatic, emotionally-charged confrontations and thinking, "wow, if only Kate Nash's 'The Nicest Thing' were playing in the background, it would really drive this point home!"? And who wouldn't be more productive if we could clean our houses montage-style with some fun 80's buddy music helping us chug along?

I'm currently listening to Regina Spektor's album "Begin To Hope," which gets forgotten quite a bit because it's in .wmv format and therefore not on my iTunes (I really need to get around to burning it to a CD and ripping it back in .mp3 format). This album really takes me back to Summer 2007 when I first downloaded it and listened to it constantly in my Provo apartment. It would be great for a "reminiscing" montage. I feel, and I don't know if there's any science to back this up, but I feel that next to smell, music is the best at evoking memories and emotions. I'd muse about the bitter sweetness of nostalgia and how the best music is derived from pain, but I promised to stop waxing insightful for a few months, and so I shall.