Sing Me the Song of My People: The Music of Supernatural


The motto on my husband’s business cards is “Music is the universal language of mankind. Speak loudly.”

Music is one of those art forms that almost everyone can agree is awesome. We all have those songs that take up back. For me, it’s No Doubt’s Don’t Speak. Just a couple lines from that song and I’m dancing with Josh W. as a sixth grader. It fit my unrequited crush, and I was a maudlin preteen.

Just the sound of Shakira’s voice reminds me of driving around Hamilton, Montana with my German friend Petra in high school, belting out Underneath Your Clothes at the tops of our voices and trying to emulate Shakira’s unique tone. (We failed.)

It was high school when classic rock worked its magic for me. Senior year. Eye of the Tiger, to be exact. I’d never even seen Rocky, but the song was like a gateway drug. We were the Darby Tigers, and that song ended up being the de facto song of the year. It was also my best year of high school — finally accepted by my peers after changing schools, friends I actually went and hung out with, parties, involvement in school sports, camping trips with buddies…better late than never, I guess.

So when I stared watching Supernatural almost ten years later as an adult, the music is one of the things that made it home. Now you so much as play the first few seconds of Renegade or Wheel in the Sky, and I’m a long lost Winchester.

Better, Supernatural has introduced a whole new generation to the awesome that is Ozzy and Stevie Ray Vaughn and the Rolling Stones.

When I flew out to California in November for BurCon, one of the first things I did was listen through my 63-song Supernatural playlist on the plane. I think it was the first time I ever got through every song on it; I’m not usually sitting still for six hours at a time. Turns out the folks at Creation Entertainment are kindred spirits, because the whole weekend’s soundtrack could have been right from that same playlist. “You’re never alone at a Supernatural con,” a kind tweeter told me before I arrived. He was right.

Fictional characters sometimes stay with us. They become friends — or maybe more appropriately, family. We go back to them. We draw strength and inspiration from them. We get angry at them. We forgive them. We seek them out wherever we can find them. For me, the Winchesters have joined that long line of characters I call home. On days when I’m feeling like I’ll never get out of the Mystery Spot loop, I’ll cue up my playlist. Because the music says home. It says family. It says Winchesters. And more than anything, it says keep moving on.

When things get rough and it seems like the monsters outnumber the hunters a hundred to one, sometimes all you need is some music to tell you to carry on, my wayward son.

Barring that, I’m sure there’s a track in there for slow dancing with aliens.

And Jensen Ackles lip syncing to Eye of the Tiger.

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