I haven't seen this one mentioned yet
but for a great pick me up you can't beat 'In My Darkest Hour' by Megadeth.

Honestly. Check it out.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:25, 1 reply)

Upon splitting up with my then girlfriend at the canteen in Ikea
..I overheard this apt song playing "NA NA NA NA...NA NA NA NA...HEY YEAH...GOODBYE".
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:16, 2 replies)

Not my life but.....
The following is taken from a post by Agnostic Antichrist, from his myspace page. It's a tragic tale which was posted 07/10/05 regarding a lost love. It ends like this:

It's so upsetting, i listened to Green Day - Wake Me Up When September ends for an hour and a half because it was the only song that suited my mood.

God i'm depressed. .

It still makes me chuckle.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:09, 6 replies)

A number of songs and their reasons
Odd fumble song - Replica by Fear Factory, nearly put my back out trying to keep up with that beat.
Stopped me topping myself songs (I wont bore you with the details) - Reign in Blood by Slayer and anything off the 1st 5 Metallica albums, the power of those song kicked my up the arse when I needed it most.
Special place in my heart song - Nothing Else Matters by Metallica, The first dance at my wedding to the most wonderful person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting I love you babe.

Apologies for Soppyness but that's love for ya ;) !

TTFN
(Womble Lover Is in the corner kicking the cat, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:09, Reply)

Whilst mooching round a sex shop in Amsterdam
I noticed, well, one would notice, that they were playing a rather charming film about a young lady who seemed to be able to accomodate two generously sized penises in her anus simultaneously.

"Golly," I thought, "I bet that's a talking point at dinner parties."

Then I realised that the sound was off on the film and that, in the background, the song "I just want to roll with you" by Lemar was playing.

Every fucking time I hear that song I get a flashback to a hardcore double anal penetration film, find myself unable to not sing along, then start sniggering hysterically as I reach the end of the chorus. I then have to try to explain to people *why* I find it funny.

Oddly, this does *not* go down well at certain dinner parties.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:06, 3 replies)

One thing I have found, that's a little bit weird
Is if I start thinking about that track I like that I haven't heard for absolutely ages, it will invariably be on somewhere public within a week.

I'm sure it's explainable, but it does surprise me sometimes, because my taste in music is relatively left-field.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 15:01, 3 replies)

Kind of Blue - Miles Davies
This is the c.d. we put on to accompany a little late night lovin'.

Falling asleep in the arms of your truelove to the last couple of tracks as your bodies cool and your hammering heart slows has to be the closest thing to being kissed goodnight by an angel.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:53, 6 replies)

bit late for real life slapstick but this happened only this morning...
my shower went mad - showered me with scalding hot water

which caused me to jump straight through a glass shower cubicle wall - which disintegrated into a million little glass cubes

yet i got away with only minor cuts on by body and fairly bloody feet

i wish i had some video footage of it
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:51, 2 replies)

I have two
The Katamari Damacy soundtrack. It's amazing. Pop it in during a road trip, it changes songs perfectly with a change of scenery, and the songs always match exactly what's going on outside and how you're feeling. On a 14 hour drive, that soundtrack never gets old and never fails.

Also, Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye - My boyfriend waits until I leave the room. He then gets naked and lays down with a laptop on his crotch, and as soon as I open the door, he starts playing the song. He's done this and other variations on multiple occasions. Yes, it's happened a few times.
(afkun, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:49, 2 replies)

Nr 9
For an unknown reason, Track 9 on most CDs will turn out to be my favourite. :o/

Irrelevant point.. but maybe that works for other people too.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:48, 14 replies)

When a Blind Man Cries
by Deep Purple came on the radio about 5 seconds after my girlfriend and I split up 2 years ago (and, depressingly enough, I have been single ever since).

Song still brings a tear to my eyes
( RossThePiper Stretch Armstrong is my Father, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:43, 3 replies)

S Club 7
My wife thought my interest in S Club 7 was a slightly camp interest in the music. Isn't that so adorable?
( 0nyx, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:38, 2 replies)

I'm siiiiiiiiinging in the rain
A bit of the old Ludwig Van never goes a miss either.

Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:34, 2 replies)

I'm not listening to 'Hey,ho, the Wicked Witch is Dead'
because I'm saving it for the day Thatcher dies, when I'll have an almighty party and play it all night.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:28, 4 replies)

'New York' by Ryan Adams
just reminds me of the best place I have ever been and some of the best people I am now fortunate enough to call friends.

So much so that I named my blog after a line from the song.

Thank you, Lizzie Sputum, Jag Papsmear, GDW and all the rest of you.

Back with funnies later, I hope.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:16, 2 replies)

Sometimes, you can strike lucky.
Usually, I hate new music. Can't stand it- if it isn't the syncopated trivia you get from 3 Berks with Guitars™ or the latest piece of commercialised drivel courtesy of Capt Codpiece Cowell, it's usually I Can't Believe It's Not Music! compilation CDs. So far, so dull- we all know a lot of commercially released music is 100% Grade A Pap. But every now and then, something comes along that whilst not changing my opinion, it serves to remind me that sometimes, there is hope.

And that is the artist more commonly known as Frank Turner. A musical artist that truly speaks my language, and I understand every single damn one of his songs. The loneliness, disenchantment, occasional navel-gazing, and occasional raving at the world that characterises his music chimes right down to the very heart of me. He reminded me that it is important to hold on to your dreams, not accept that the 9-5 ratrace is the only way to live your life, and that even if things have been ruined by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions, who're locked in some kind of 1960s battle re-enactment, that sometimes it is important to shout that I won't sit down, and I won't shut up- and most of all, I will not grow up.

Nice one Frank.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:11, 6 replies)

Cross-bred iTunes
Never, ever, ever, let your housemate merge his iTunes music with yours. Especially when said housemate likes alternative ditties ranging from Ace of Base through Chas n' Dave and onto Perry Como. However, having made such a schoolboy error, and whilst standing outside of Victoria station my iPods "shuffle" excelled itself.

Now everytime I am somewhere thronged with fast-moving people, my head now plays "Yakety Sax" by Boots Randolph.

Most people would know it as the chase music from Benny Hill.

My plan is not to be the only gurning-mentler on the underground (at least one that has BH playing in his head). So please, when you are standing on the escalator going home tonight, give it a try. You can join my "special" club.
(skintagain, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:10, Reply)

Synchronicity
Not the Jamiroquay faux acid-jazz.

Started and ended a road trip holiday around the south-eastern bit of the States in Daytona Beach.

The first night we walked into a bar and as we swung through the saloon-style double doors the song 'Bad to the Bone' started. Was fucking cool.

We called in on our last night two weeks later, and exactly as we walked back in through the saloon-stle double doors 'The Boys are Back in Town' kicked in. Double cool.
(kidcamel is due to call your mum at, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:09, 1 reply)

Tool - The Grudge
Simply no better song to start your day. It's like an adrenalin shot, a strong coffee and a good reason all in one. However, once whilst canoodling with a ladyfriend, the previous opus ended and I, having had several delicious dwinky poos decided to tear my naked self off her naked self and put on the above song. As I turned to approach the bed, she looked scared. Scared, sweaty and naked - oh ghooooooooddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!

rafter
baz
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:07, 5 replies)

Three's Company
For reasons unknown, the theme to Three's Company has always popped into my head and I start singing it out loud without realising any more.

I never watched this show. I don't know how I know the theme tune. And there doesn't seem to be a particular mood or situation which triggers me to sing "Come and knock on our door, we've been waiting for you...". Just those two lines.

I'd like it to go away now please and thank you but don't think it ever will....
( awayfromthenumbers, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:05, Reply)

Pure Imagination from 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'
Before you pfft, disassociate yourself from the film and listen to it:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI
(Sonny_Jim Kirkladn has a small penis, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:59, 1 reply)

Regrets, I've got a few...
The literal soundtrack of my life is, for whatever reason, '74-'75 by The Connells. A beautiful song about being unable to recapture our youth with a music video of shots of the bands high school graduating class intercut with the same people years on. This isn't anything unique to me, but it always wells me up; I've got friends now in wheelchairs, friends who've gotten married, friends who've gone bald, friends in the army deployed in Afghanistan... A few have lived their dreams but so many haven't, the only thing we have in common is none of us are who we thought we'd be.

My victory jump-up-and-shout song is Jewel of the Summertime by Audioslave. I skip it every time it comes up on shuffle because I don't want to get tired of it, but every time a momentously good moment happens in my life, Jewel of the Summertime goes on and the volume gets cranked to 11. Lovely. Another favourite, probably my favourite of all time, is Just Like You Imagined by Nine Inch Nails, an instrumental which always sounds to me like the build up to, the peak of, and the chaotic aftermath of the last shuddering climax of a relationship you know is dead. Terminator Salvation used it as the soundtrack to the end of the world, but in moment those evens might as well be the same thing.

Now for some catharsis. Grab your ankles, we're going down hard.

The most depressing song of all time is Its a Motherfucker by Eels. I know this because it reminds me of someone I knew, someone I liked and knew liked me, but neither of us did anything about. Someone who's strength in her Jewish faith took ripe kindling to a lifelong interest in my own Jewish heritage and, long after we parted, was still the number one catalyst for my conversion to Judaism and life as a practicing Jew.

She shaped who I am, I credit her example and enduring impression on me with saving me at my lowest point. I'm forever grateful, but at the end of a hard day or the bottom of a lonely glass, I still regret that nothing came of it. Oh to be an awkward teenager again. Anyway, Emma, if you're out there, thank you, and I'm sorry. I hope everything worked out for you.

It's a motherfucker, being here without you. Talking to the walls (or in this case a faceless Internet website), just me again. Things will never be the same.

Fuck you Eels.
( Shegetz Chris Kamara's comedy moustache, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:53, 4 replies)

Lemonjelly
The Staunton Lick.

This song never, ever fails to cheer me up. Probably because it reminds me of Spaced.
(Cylon Bum Raider already knows how this will end, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:44, 6 replies)

A soundtrack that saved lives.
Having just posted a comment to someone's post below, I'm reminded about a friend's dad.

He used to be the radio guy on a Halifax bomber in WW2. Oneday my mate was visiting an aero museum, and found a bunch of enthusiasts beavering away, restoring an old Halifax. He walked over and had a chat - asking how it was going - and they told him that details and reliable info was hard to find, so they were left guessing in some areas.

Mike pointed out his dad's role in ww2, and asked if they'd like some first-hand info. "Hell yes!" they said.. so a few days later Mike and his 80+ dad rolled up and entered the hangar.

After answering all their questions, telling takes and having a good rummage in the old bird they asked a rather odd question.

"Erm.. this may sound silly, but why is there a microphone in the Nr2 engine bay?"
A happy smile cracked over the old fella's face, and he recounted this story.

During sorties over hostile europe, they'd be killing time, and trying not to be killed. Screwing up German radio communication was one way to nail 2 birds with one stone. The Radio guy would twiddle though frequencies until he heard German chatter, and then on his spare radio he'd transmit the best soundtrack he had to hand - jamming or disturbing their communication. The soundtrack? Up-close and personal "Rolls Royce Merlin".

This game of Radio Cat-and-mouse would continue so long as they didn't have anything important to do :)
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:37, 2 replies)

If anyone is familiar with classical
I don't like the uncomfortable shuffling made when having a good old Ham Shank. I feel people downstairs can hear me getting up to no good. So how do I muffle the noise?

I like to wank while listening on the stereo full blast - Night on Bald Mountain

Considering I wank a lot then that is probably the soundtrack to my life.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:28, 4 replies)

About three years ago my pal-since-juniorschool, Noel, was killed when a kid driving a tractor performed a right turn right in front of him.
Being a long-standing motorcyclist (23 legal years and half a dozen Honda 90 on the playing fields years) he took evasive action which resulted in him sliding 60ft along the Tarmac and then headfirst into a gatepost.
Dead on impact.
Fucksocks.
He was considerably larger than life, utterly loopy and a top bloke.
He had done allsorts with his life, TEFL in Japan, divorced, found true love, made a crossbow using a leaf-spring off a car suspension at the age of 13 etc. The tales that were told at his wake were truley fantastic.
It was the first biker funeral I had been to and the engine-rev salute from the hundreds of bikers who lined the route from his house to the crem still gives me goosebumps.
ANYWAY what capped it off for us all was the choice of music for his curtain moment at the crem.
"Firestarter" by Prodigy.
I doubt I will ever hear so much laughter in a crematorium again.
Good on ya Noel, you lovely, crazy bastard.
I love you and miss you!
X

and to those of you crying "fake" I can assure you it ain't.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:59, 4 replies)

Röyksopp
Now.. an international man of shit-disasters and shaggery I may be, but I'm also a nerd. A nerd who pressure-moulds carbon fibre at home, and designs cutting-edge RC gliders.

Music is a need when flying these fast bastards. Röyksopp is a favourite: It just seems to fit.

Bleak day, Bleak place, but excellent music, and winning pace.

vimeo.com/3157065
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:57, Reply)

Soundtrack album
There isn't one song that summarises my life but there are a couple of songs that strike chords with me for various reasons...

I find myself singing ELO's "I'm Alive" whenever I find myself falling in love. If I realise I'm singing it in the shower then I know I've found someone special. My someone special has been around for nearly 7 years now.

I have been known to burst into tears when I hear the last bit of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. My boyfriend sang it with his choir at the Albert Hall at the First Night of the Proms a couple of years ago and the sound they made just blew me away. Ever since, if I hear a good enough version, I start filling up. Bit embarrassing on the train, I have to say. Hmmm ... where's my iPod?
(BearWithLittleBrain, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:50, Reply)

Only one that I can think of that makes sense to tell of.
A few years back I had a Friends With Benefits relationship with a woman named Shari. That was the way it started out, and we were both firm that that was how it would stay, so it was good.

The first night we met we went to a smallish restaurant downtown where I met her for a drink and an appetizer before she was to join her friends to see a band. Things went well, and she invited me to join them at the other place. Happily I followed her over to watch Page Wilson and Reckless Abandon and met with her friends.

Half a dozen pints later she asked me to follow her home. BOOYA! Though I probably shouldn't have been driving, I chugged along behind her to her house.

We got there and she lit candles and got out a bottle of red wine (on top of beer, no less), and we sipped our wine for maybe half a minute before we got into full-on kissing. She broke off long enough to put on a CD and set it to repeat, then came back to get me and drag me into the bedroom. Having had as much alcohol as I had I was able to perform, but finishing off was difficult at best, so it turned into something of a marathon. But once we were done, I slept deep.

That was just the first night. It became a pattern for us that I'd go over to hers, we'd cook dinner together, have drinks and I'd spend the night. Generally she'd put on a CD, usually the same one from that first night as it had a certain charm for us both, and we'd get down to it either in the living room or her bed before sleeping, and then I'd sneak out in the morning before her daughter woke.

Years later whenever I hear that CD I still think about her, even though the track that sticks out in my mind was wildly inappropriate.

It was Norah Jones. The track is "Don't Know Why I Didn't Come."
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:47, 5 replies)