Dec 09 2008
Freak Quincy and the Boy Band Craze
I’ll admit it–I like me a little Backstreet, a little NKOTB, a little N’Sync. I’m not ashamed! I listen more to those hardcore rock jams and heavy metal and alternative rap rock, though, so I’m still macho! But every once in awhile, those sweeping sultry man-sounds gets me in the mood for heartbreak. Like that one chick who cheated on me! DAMN YOU! Time to rage. “Bye Bye Bye”! So lonely…. So scorned.
Come on, you gotta identify, people. ESPECIALLY when writing a moody scene involving heartbreak, heartache, an utter madness of the heart, heartsickness. Don’t you want to just grab a salad spoon and dig out your chest organ, toss it to the wall and say ENOUGH? I DO. Watch the blood drip down the wall….
So Chuck Stake has showed up with all his blood fetishes! GET OUT OF HERE, CHUCK! This is my station. SECURITY!
Anyhoo, like any heart-wrenching scene, a little mood music to get the eye juices flowing and the throat thumping with sorrow makes for good drama. Think of it this way–a chick reads that scene, and they’re all over you! You’re, like, the sensitive man number one, every girl’s dream, baby.
You female writers, though…. (Scratches head) I’ll think about a little bit of mood music on a playlist for you ladies. Might have to think outside the box for that one.
But for the time being, listen to this favorite of the Wretched Writer. He is a sensitive one. He’s had his heart broken. He’s loved harder than most, I think. And never regretted. In the end, it’s helped his writing. Living always does. Enjoy.
