Soundtrack Monday: Pumped Up Kicks

It’s another Soundtrack Monday! Today’s track is Foster the People’s Pumped Up Kicks, which is what’s playing on the jukebox inside a pool hall near the beginning of Nameless–my retelling of Snow White.

That song in particular was for Nico, who is not quite a Prince Charming. For one thing, Nico’s a Family boy, and Family is forever. For another, Nico also has some rage issues, and an important part of the book was the protagonist deciding that Prince Charming could do his own fucking emotional labor, she wasn’t going to anymore. (I almost felt like cheering when that scene arrived in its final form.)

Nameless was the first of what I call my Human Tales–retold fairytales, basically, where I aim for the heart of whatever story has its claws in me. It’s also important that in the books, Cami, Ruby, and Ellie save each other in turn. It’s not up to a man (or boy) to do so; the saving grace lies in the friendship of three girls on the cusp of adulthood. That’s one thing I had to fight for–my first editor got it, though, so I felt comfortable sticking to my guns all the way down the line (through several orphanings, I might add) when the Powers That Be, Marketing Or Otherwise, wondered if I couldn’t bring the romance just a teensy bit forward.

I could have told them to save their breath. Men don’t save teenage girls; teen girls save themselves.

Anyway, listening to this track will give you Nico’s anger and the rhythm of a pool hall, violence just under the surface of an ordered game. Enjoy!

Soundtrack Monday: Boom Swagger

Ever wonder what’s playing in my head when Jill Kismet walks into the Monde? It’s Boom Swagger Boom, by the Murder City Devils.

I’m pretty visual as writers go; I see the action in my head and can stop, freeze-frame, swing around (bullet time!) to examine different angles, the whole works. I actually wrote Hunter’s Prayer first, followed by Night Shift when my editor said “but how did Jill meet Saul?”, and the very first glimpse I had of our dear Kismet was her walking, hipshot and dangerous, into the Monde to serve justice–and, not so incidentally, to thumb her nose at Perry.

It was a long weekend, I’ve received quite a lot of bad news, and I’m not recovered yet, so that’s where I’ll leave you, dear Reader, listening to the boom and the swagger. Enjoy!

Soundtrack Monday: ANGEL TOWN

Angel Town Redemption Alley and Heaven’s Spite were too painful to have soundtracks. Or, to be more precise, they have soundtracks, but every time I listen to them I’m reminded of the awful time I had with both books. Jill wasn’t the only one feeling a bit battered by the end of Heaven’s Spite.

Angel Town was just as emotionally difficult, but it completed the circle for me. And by the time I finished writing it my personal life had calmed down somewhat, too–or at least, I was certain I was going to survive. (It was touch and go for a little while.) So, in a very real way, the ending of the series, while painful, is also very hopeful for me. I know what happens to Jill, Saul, and the crew afterwards, of course…but I don’t know if I’ll ever write that. Maybe it’s better to just let her rest.

And now, the soundtrack!

In My Own Grave Sweet Talk, The Killers. If the hunters have an anthem, this is it.
Caretaker Michael Dirty Hands, Bear McCreary. The thing about hellbreed is, the other side is just as bad.
Perry/I Know You Somehow Let’s Never Stop Falling In Love, Pink Martini. Perry has a fondness for cabaret music.
Theron/Get To The Barrio Starbuck Takes On All Eight, Bear McCreary. Theron just can’t keep his mouth shut.
Anya/Where Did You Go? Wrong, Sister Machine Gun. Anya takes no prisoners. She’s named for my editor.
Saul Bring On the Wonder, Sarah McLachlan. Again, if Saul and Jill’s genders were reversed, nobody would ask the nasty questions I get asked about them.
Galina In The House of Stone and Light, Martin Page. Galina’s such a gentle soul.
My Dear Kiss Darn That Dream, Billie Holliday. The awful thing is, Perry loves Jill, at least as far as a creature like that can love.
Suiting Up Back In Black, AC/DC. The original, and still the best.
The Pattern/Betrayals Love the Way You Lie Eminem/Rihanna. “Your pattern blows. It hurts innocent people.” “It is all we have.”
Kismet’s Theme Ebla, E.S. Posthumus. This will always be Jill, to me.
As Long As Saul Survives I Walk the Line, Johnny Cash.
Call The Hunters Niveneh, E.S. Posthumus.
Hyperion’s Gambit/Argoth Pompeii, E.S. Posthumus. I listened to this over and over again during the writing of the final battle. You can hear the point at which she flings herself into the hellmouth…
Nothing Could Be Worse Than Losing You Crossfire, Brandon Flowers. I won’t lie, it’s mostly the video that makes this one.
Driving Into The Desert Paris, Texas, Gotan Project. A girl, her boy, and her dog, driving into the sunset.

Book Playlist Monday: FLESH CIRCUS

flesh-circus I’m going a little out of order here, mostly because the playlist for Redemption Alley reminds me of where I was while writing that book, and it’s not comfortable at all. Maybe next week I’ll post that one.

Anyway, Flesh Circus was an odd book to write. Mostly because I would start writing circus scenes, and then realise I couldn’t insert them because they weren’t in Jill’s POV. I do have an idea for a related project–a set of short interconnected stories about a circus of the damned–but that will have to wait for a while. Some of the bits I wrote might get recycled into that. *is thoughtful*

Anyway, here’s the playlist! And for the record, I find calliope music so goddamn creepy it isn’t even funny.

The Cirque’s Hostage Twelfth Street Rag, (on calliope)
This Is My Town Trouble, Elvis Presley
Papa Legba, Close The Door Haven’t Got Time For The Pain, Carly Simon
An Attack On The Cirque Kitten Pig, Pentaphobe
Perry/Business With MY Hunter U.R.A. Fever, The Kills
Jill and Saul No Ordinary Love, Sade
The Woman has The Advantage Big Wheel, Tori Amos
Once A Catholic Girl Only The Good Die Young, Billy Joel
Mama Zamba Marionette, Chris Spheeris
Hyperion’s Smile Solitary Man, Neil Diamond
A Horse Just For Me Let Me Call You Sweetheart, (on calliope)
Do You Still Need Me? I’ll Be Waiting, Lenny Kravitz
I’m A Hunter Sweet Talk, The Killers

Booty Monday

I cannot stop listening to this.

If that doesn’t go goddamn viral, I shall be VERY DISAPPOINTED.

And of course it couldn’t be a Booty Monday without this.

Let’s also get a little Fette’s Vette in there, too…

Shake that thing, because hips don’t lie. Seriously, people who don’t get blown away by Shakira don’t know how difficult it is to do some of the isolated hip moves…

Happy Monday! Remember, every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top…

Soundtrack Monday: NIGHT SHIFT

Nght_shift_23 You guys have been so patient. Almost, dare I say it, Perry-patient. (You can’t see it, but I’m wearing an evil grin.) And before I get started, if you’ve written to me about Glocks and hammers, go here.

Night Shift was actually the second Kismet book I wrote–the first was Hunter’s Prayer, so NS was more of a prequel than anything. My editor wanted to know how Jill and Saul met, and I spent about ten minutes telling her about the Cenci case, and she finally sighed and said, “Look, Lili? Just write me that book.”

So I did.

Readers may find it interesting to note where Cenci’s name came from. Also, I had a series of Harp and Dom books in my head, but they never quite jelled. Harp never blamed Jill for Saul’s choice, she’s not like that…but Jill never knew. And that’s all I can say about that.


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Soundtrack Monday: To Hell And Back

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I was exhausted physically and emotionally by the end of the Valentine series. It was an incredible ride, but I was so tightly locked into Danny’s POV that it took me some time to recover. Not to mention, my marriage was well and truly on the rocks but the divorce was a ship on the horizon, I was almost killing myself trying to save the relationship on my own. (Pro tip: that never works.)

Fun fact: this book was supposed to be titled The Devil In Love, after Jacques Cazotte, but I was overruled. This was one of the few times I’ve bowed to an editor’s insistence on something that really mattered to me, because said editor had cogent reasons and a track record of not pushing me unless it was hella important. Given the number of [amazon chan=default&asin=015603283X&text=”The Club Dumas”] and Ninth Gate references and Easter eggs all through the series, I felt really insistently that Devil in Love was the right title. To me, the book remains DIL, but the editor had the final say. Maybe she was right.

Dante Valentine Won’t Back Down, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers This was, is, and will always be the theme song Danny and I share–the one thing we agree on, as it were.
A’tai, hetairae A’nankimel’iin. Diriin. Virtue, Jesse Cook
My Word Is Broken The Road To Hell, Chris Rea
Not Anubis, But Sekhmet Fallen, Sarah McLachlan
You Betrayed Me First Here Is Gone, Goo Goo Dolls
There Is No Mirror It’s No Good, Depeche Mode
I Am Your Fallen Savin’ Me, Nickelback This one veers between Danny and Japh’s viewpoints. Guess which is which.
Konstans-Stamboul Gypsy Rhapsody, Bond
Sephrimel’s Agony, Japhrimel’s Strength Born Yesterday, Rob Dougan Japh’s frustration with Dante reaches epic proportions. One imagines Sephrimel and Inhana had similar issues.
The White-Walled City All That I Am, Rob Thomas
It Was Burned Away In Hell Special, Garbage
Or Learn To Leave Them Unsaid It Doesn’t Matter, Alison Krauss
Throw The Dice You Can’t Lose-A Me Cholly, Leadbelly
Paradisse Run For It, Delerium
The Vegas Waste Head Like A Hole, Nine Inch Nails
Not All The Hosts of Hell, Just One Living Dead Girl, Rob Zombie
A Promise I’ll Keep Nothing At All, Rob Dougan

And that about wraps that up. Yes, I didn’t put the Saint City Sinners soundtrack up. I don’t think I’m ready to yet. That book still makes me cry. Next up: the Kismet series!