The serious business of not actually being all that serious.

[apocalypsos]

So I've been casually coming up with a playlist for the all-female post-apocalypse fantasy story that I've been slowly slapping together in my head, basically just picking songs up as I hear them lately. Right now the story's a lot of women wearing cowboy hats and guns and magic and zombies and prosthetic legs and pregnant nuns and no real plot (that part'll come eventually ... I think). I think I'm stifling my plotting brain by currently constructing the story by the incredibly serious and intellectual process of going "OMG YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AWESOME?!" and making a mental note to write the FUCK out of that shit.

I'm basically at the build-a-movie-trailer-in-my-head stage. Hence the playlist, which is incredibly short at the moment:

Elbow - Grounds For Divorce (Thanks, callmesyd! :D)
Roisin Murphy - Ramalama (Bang Bang)
David Jordan - Sun Goes Down
Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)

I keep trying to decide if I want slow music on there. Because on one hand, it's after the apocalypse, it's supposed to be depressing at times, but on the other hand, there's TONS of ass-kicking. Or at least there is in my brain.

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[beanarie.livejournal.com]

Ooh. OOH. Listen to this.