Because I'm supposed to be working on a product wireframe this afternoon but seem unable to have any worthwhile ideas, and because these random-shuffle-music memes are always fun:
Opening Credits:
The Abbott And Costello Show: A Visit To Peter Lorre's Sanitarium. Assuming the opening credits are not going to be twenty-four minutes long, I figure we've got credits in the Woody Allen Font(tm), with a montage of lines from the show selected for maximum double entendre value:
"Now wait a minute, Costello, your sneezing is dangerous. I could catch your cold and go home, and my beautiful wife will get it in her lovely throat!"
"Starting tomorrow morning, you're going to get out of bed at five o'clock. Then at 5:10 -"
"Back in bed."
"No no. At 5:10, you jump into an ice cold shower."
"Then I whistle."
"Why?"
"Well, there's no lock on the bathroom door."
"Look at that green stuff, clinging to the gate."
"That green stuff clinging to the gate is me!"
Waking up:
Giocando - Perferico. This is a sort of grooving acid jazz tune, which I can actually see being a pretty good backdrop for a quick-cut montage of closeups, jumping into the (ice cold?) shower, coffeemaker, breakfast dishes, etc.
Falling in love:
All is Full Of Love, by Bjork. A little obvious, but what the hell.
Fight Scene:
37 Hours, by Kristen Hersh.
I don't know where I am
Plus I don't know when I am
'Cause you insist on using fucked up military time
'Cause you are better off alone
I've been right here for 37 hours
Looks like we went right from falling in love to brooding aftermath. Either we're doing the Pulp Fiction out-of-order timeline thing, or I'm in some kind of hurry.
Breaking up
Standing in the Shower Thinking - Jane's Addiction
I'm single and I'm pissed. Driving around angry.
Getting Back Together
Introitus Ecce Advenit - Schola of the Hofburgkapelle, Vienna.
I drive straight to a big church, where they're doing gregorian chants, and I find such solace that I calm down immediately and, um, get back together with the girl because, um, I got nothing here. Maybe I'm religious.
Secret Love
Drugs - Talking Heads
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA Oh. Well then, that explains my mood swings.
Life's Okay
Ecce Gratum - Carl Orff (One of the parts of Carmina Burana that nobody ever listens to, because they only ever listen to O Fortuna)
I'm high, obviously, and having a triumphant good time.
Mental breakdown
Cursed Male - Porno For Pyros
All the guys
That really have the money
Are too old
To have a good time with it
Too old to turn the women on
Too old to have a fast car and drive it
I've come down, I'm broke, I'm trying to score. Probably I'm out knocking over a liquor store or something.
Driving
Monsters Over Bangkok - Lounge Lizards
I've scored. Some downers and some hallucinogens, as it happens. And I'm driving veery veeeery slooooowly past the orchard of talking trees, because the steering wheel is melting and my hands keep trying to meld with it.
Flashback
Bird on the Wire - Leonard Cohen
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
Mmmmm, guilty flashback. I'm starting to think that hookup back in the church was all in my head. Just as well, really.
Partying:
Cry Me A River - Combustible Edison
This party sucks.
Happy Dance
Confessions - Peter Murphy
Everyone is doing the happy dance to a happy song, but all I can hear is the Bauhaus frontman wailing. I bet this is one of those shots where I'm moving at a normal speed but everyone around me is sped up to a frantic pace.
Regretting
Fallen Gods - Rapoon
Trancy ambient drums. The party ends, but I'm still here; or maybe it's still going but I can't see it anymore. Either way I must've found more of the downers, and I'm digging some sort of claustrophobic tunnel down through the couch and into the clay and spiders below.
Long Night Alone
Outside The Wall - Pink Floyd
Jesus hell, this is a depressing movie. I've dug as deep as I can, and start packing in the soil behind me.
Death scene
Living And Breathing - The Cranes
I swear to god, I'm not making this up. If you haven't heard the Cranes, imagine a dark goth band fronted by an emaciated nine year old girl. Who eats human flesh. That's pretty close.
Closing Credits
Ice - Blair Greenberg
A very spare solo steel drum piece. While we're at it, let's probably overlay a little more Abbott and Costello over the top, just to bring it full circle.
[EDIT: forgot to include the instructions for meme propagation, which are: "Set your iPod or iTunes to shuffle and use the songs that come up for each part of your movie soundtrack". But you knew that already.]