Here lies that perfect synergy at the heart of teen movie soundtracks. Who knows if Suzanne, originally a b-side, meant so much to me because it was set to an edit of Jay and Silent Bob walking off into the sunset with a monkey, or the other way round? That’s a question that not even Kevin Smith, Rivers Cuomo, or the monkey called Suzanne could answer.I'm presumably one of the few people who thinks The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead is a more seminal Crash Test Dummies track that Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm. Or cares.
When you’re a teenager, music is the most important accessory you own. Trainers are important, sure, but nothing is more important, when it comes to your identity, as music. As you get older, you start to see that things are not so concrete, that there’s merit to many different types of music, genres, artists, that you don’t have to be so definitive in your tastes.
What a fucking shame.
But Emmy's right. Having been exposed to so much music now, I don't have a clue what I like listening to and am always thinking about the next thing. Which is the real benefit of random track playing. It chooses for you.