Megan. You know her? No? Then what are you waiting for. Seriously. Anyway, Megan is awesome. I adore her and she inspires me. She knows this. This isn't news. But she recently inspired me with one of her blogs. Here: This is the inspiring blog that Byron is talking about.

We are both in 2nd Story. We both perform and write and work with awesome directors and music-geniuses(I hyphened that because, um, they are totally both at the same time). And when it comes to telling stories about your life and setting them to music you start to really ask yourself: "What music is the right music."

And we do this all the time. When we are getting married and need that perfect song as a couple. When we are first dating and need that popular song we both adore so we can think of each other wherever we are when we hear it(or, ahem, when we break-up and then cry every time you hear it in the frozen food section at the grocery store in "Muzak" form). We do it when we lose someone close to us. We do it when we are furious and need to blow steam. We pick music to live our lives right.

Now, when you are doing this while telling a story--setting scenes of your actual experiences in life-- you want to make them rock and usually our music-geniuses do this... but sometimes they ask YOU what you think is the perfect song.

For most people, they may not really care. But I'm slightly obsessive compulsive control freak(hey, what can I say... I'm the oldest) and so I really take time to figure these things out.

And because, well, I thought you might be interested, I have compiled a collection of periods in my life where--if I were a biographic movie--these songs would be played. I know. I know... what's worse is I am doing this on a Saturday night. I know.

Sixteen years ago when I discovered "I think I'm a little different..." but had to pretend I knew nothing...

Eleven years ago when I fell in love for the very first time:
This song.

Eleven years ago and one month when I felt my first broken heart:
This song.

Six years ago when I moved from Wisconsin to Chicago:

Four years ago when I lost my grandmother:

Six months ago when everyone kept saying: "How are you dealing... you know, with the break-up?"

Four months ago when things started to get better:

And now... well... now... this song is so so me now...(THIS SONG BLOWS MY MIND)