THERE is this inside joke at work that I'm in the process of writing my own sitcom.
The working title is Marty, Mara and Mary- named after three of my Gladstone mates. It was coined over a few beverages, and while it has a catchy title, it's no Seinfeld.
But that got me thinking - if I were to write a film about my life, what songs would grace the soundtrack?
There'd have to be a few fist-pumping anthems of when I landed my first real job and moved to Gladstone.
Maybe Redgum would make an appearance for that Gladstone Pier song - where the duration of the song sums up my time in the boomtown: too long.
Or something uplifting like Arcade Fire's Rebellion, minus the cynical lyrics.
And there would be a love song.
Maybe Jeff Buckley will make an appearance, or a tune from Lana Del Ray. And no, Scott, Air Supply is not on the list.
There will also be music on top of those corny, post-breakup montages too, where the love interests contemplate getting back together.
Cue the scenes of sitting alone at the bar drinking red wine and tossing and turning alone in bed, all beneath the Beatles' Hey Jude.
And moments before the credits roll, there will be that token happily ever after moment. Well, maybe.
You know, the one where the man comes running around the corner at the airport before the lady boards her plane and leaves forever, etc.
My moment will include Oasis's Champagne Supernova. And while it may not be logistically possible inside the airport, or in Gladstone, the lovers will reunite in the rain.
Or it could end with a flash-mob Gangnam Style. I haven't decided. The rest is still unwritten.
Until then, I will focus on perfecting the pilot for Marty, Mara and Mary. I'm lining up Kramer for a guest appearance as we speak.
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