A few weeks ago, driving across the middle of Illinois in the middle of the night (its my favorite thing to be in the middle of) Nick and I listened to my MP3 player as I drove.
This is the play list for my White Wolf novel, I told him my novel about monsters and a strange sort of love story between a medical examiner and a corpse he falls in love with and sets off to avenge.
We listened to the dark tunes the Rob Zombie, White Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Alice in Chains, audio tracks of Poe, etc. But then, a few of the off songs came on, sentimental love songs R.E.M. singing One I Love, a love them by The Alloy Orchestra, I Alone by Anouk, UB40s cover of I Got You Babe.
What are those doing on this play list? Nick asked.
I put them in the mix, I said, to act as a sort of discord to the mood. Imagine you just heard a dark song . . . then a happy love song comes on . . . now imagine its song for a dead girl . . .
A mischievous smile of realization crept across Nicks face, Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . gotcha.
This is the play list for my White Wolf novel, I told him my novel about monsters and a strange sort of love story between a medical examiner and a corpse he falls in love with and sets off to avenge.
We listened to the dark tunes the Rob Zombie, White Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Alice in Chains, audio tracks of Poe, etc. But then, a few of the off songs came on, sentimental love songs R.E.M. singing One I Love, a love them by The Alloy Orchestra, I Alone by Anouk, UB40s cover of I Got You Babe.
What are those doing on this play list? Nick asked.
I put them in the mix, I said, to act as a sort of discord to the mood. Imagine you just heard a dark song . . . then a happy love song comes on . . . now imagine its song for a dead girl . . .
A mischievous smile of realization crept across Nicks face, Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . gotcha.
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