Copyright 2017. All selections are copyright to the contributors.
Cover design by Brittany Vibbert/Sourcebooks, Inc.
Internal design by Jillian Rahn/Sourcebooks, Inc.
Cover and internal images studiogstock/Thinkstock, Nataleana/Thinkstock, Natcha29/Thinkstock, portarefortuna/Thinkstock
Sourcebooks and the colophon are registered trademarks of Sourcebooks, Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systemsexcept in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviewswithout permission in writing from its publisher, Sourcebooks, Inc.
All brand names and product names used in this book are trademarks, registered trademarks, or trade names of their respective holders. Sourcebooks, Inc., is not associated with any product or vendor in this book.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Cold Beverage words and music by Garrett Dutton 1994 Chicken Platters (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Planting Trees lyrics by James Howe and Mark Davis. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
All the Lights Went Out. Words and music by John Wozniak. 1999 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) & Wozniak Publishing (ASCAP). All rights on behalf of Wozniak Publishing (ASCAP), administered by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission of Alfred Publishing, LLC.
Published by Sourcebooks Fire, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc.
P.O. Box 4410, Naperville, Illinois 60567-4410
(630) 961-3900
Fax: (630) 961-2168
www.sourcebooks.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data is on file with the publisher.
To all of humanity, because music is our universal language.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
By Ameriie
A short story inspired by Arcade Fires The Suburbs
By David Arnold
A short story inspired by the Killers Miss Atomic Bomb
By Anthony Breznican
A personal essay
By G. Love
A short story inspired by the Eagles Hotel California
By Ellen Hopkins
A personal essay inspired by James Howes and Mark Daviss Planting Trees
By James Howe
A personal essay inspired by Leonard Bernsteins and Stephen Sondheims Somewhere (Theres a Place for Us)
By Beth Kephart
A short story inspired by Oasiss Wonderwall
By Elisa Ludwig
A personal essay inspired by Bob Dylans Ballad of a Thin Man
By Jonathan Maberry
A short story inspired by Amy Winehouses October Song
By Donn Thompson Morelli, a.k.a. DONN T
A short story inspired by Keanes Somewhere Only We Know
By E. C. Myers
A short story inspired by 2NE1s It Hurts
By Ellen Oh
A short story inspired by Dave Matthews Bands Dancing Nancies
By Tiffany Schmidt
A short story inspired by Jimmy Eat Worlds The Middle
By Suzanne Young
A short story inspired by Marcy Playgrounds All the Lights Went Out
By K. M. Walton
INTRODUCTION
Dear Reader,
Clearly, you love music as much as I do. Thank you for choosing to read this anthology!
Id like to share how Behind the Song came to be
When I hear a song I like I find the lyrics online for two reasons: (1) so I can sing along like nobodys watching; (2) because I love creating the songs backstory in my head as I listen, oftentimes fabricating entire stories. So there I was, driving and listening to Radioheads Fake Plastic Trees loud enough to feel it in my skin, the last lines of the song hanging there, breaking my heart, and my mind cooked up a storyan emotionally lost teenage girl searches for acceptance and love from a guy who would never be capable of fulfilling her needs.
I hit a red light, and then it came to me: what if I gathered fellow YA authors, and maybe even musicians, and let them choose one of their favorite songs to interpret into a short story or write a personal essay? It could be a killer anthology.
My best ideas materialize when Im alone in my car jamming to music.
I hope you have as much fun reading the anthology as I had editing it. What an honor it was to work with this accomplished group of contributors, including our foreword writer, Ameriie. Since were all music lovers here, it would be cool if you checked out their websites, followed them on Twitter, read their other books, and listened to their music.
Lastly, to enhance your reading experience to the highest degree, I implore you to listen to the playlist at the end of the book. Listen, read the accompanying piece, repeat as often as you like.
Rock on. Listen loud. Always sing along.
Sincerely,
K. M. Walton
FOREWORD
BY AMERIIE
Music is the soundtrack of our lives.
A melody can transport us to a particular moment in our past. It can keep us stuck in the present, too, if we prefer ( No, I dont want to go out. I just want to play Wrecking Ball on repeat and wallow in this until Im all cried out, OK? ). Sometimes we need a song to take us to an oft-imagined destination in our future. Sometimes the future destination is right around the cornerlike, literally, the party is five minutes away and we need this pre-jam session. Sometimes its as simple as requiring a song for much-needed gym inspo.
We often listen to a song on repeat to remain fixed on a feeling. Music is a sort of time capsule that way; it marries a moment in time to an emotion, and its there whenever we need it. I have a theory about this. Whenever we find ourselves excited by a new artist, its because their music speaks to us in a very specific way. Whether their sound exports us to a singular point in our past, or it speaks to a current circumstance, this new discovery imprints itself into our lives and onto our very souls.
This cannot be undone, cannot be unseen.
This will likely be our favorite piece of music from said artist because theres nothing quite like Firsts, much to the chagrin of many an artist. Im pretty sure You still havent topped Reasonable Doubt ! drives Jay Z up a wall.
A curious thing about music is that it requires hardly anything of you. You neednt think, you neednt process, you neednt give much of your time. All you need to do is listenand even half listening will do. Because music has a way of slipping into your subconscious. Its a straight hit to the bloodstream.
Ive always thought that if humanity were to be visited by malevolent extraterrestrials, that if theyd been observing us for a while, they just might blast us to smithereens. We have, after all, been doing that to one another for eons. But if they had a chance to listen to our music, to our art, to the language of our souls Well, lets just say we might stand a chance.
Music not only dissolves boundaries between ourselves and sound, but it also has the potential to dissolve boundaries within humanity, itself, even if, upon first impression, we might feel we have nothing in common but the song were listening to. Thats the thing about boundaries: once they disappear, they take a whole lot of preconceptions and misconceptions with them. Its the reason music from outsiders tends to top lists of Things You Are Not Allowed to Have. This goes for repressive governments and elders alike. Music is practically a zip file of culture, ideas, and free thought, and its no wonder that in Nazi Germany, for instance, the last thing the Nazis wanted was the countrys citizens reveling to Negro music, as jazz and its jungle sound was viewed as a threat to morality and Aryan purity. They understood how music could be as dangerous to their Nazi future as physical weaponry.