Misfits of SciTunes: Peter Petrelli

Hey there, everybody. Just took a quick break from listening to The Cure and updating my LiveJournal page because the Misfits of Sci-Fi asked me to write about some of the songs I listen to when I'm not busy saving the cheerleader and, by extension, saving the world. And since I'm a pretty emotional guy, I like my music to be emotional, too. I mean sure, I like the occasional "Rump Shaker," who doesn't? Empath or not, sometimes all I wanna do is do my zoom zoom and boom boom. That is, of course, if the "boom" in question is yours truly.

When I'm not out stopping people like Sylar or Adam Monroe from ending the world as we know it, I like to think, long and hard, about what my function in this ever-changing world is. Some say I think too long and hard. But I can't help it, you know? It's in my blood; it's in my DNA. I'm always going to be senselessly miserable, even though I'm one of the most ridiculously powerful people on the planet. Call me crazy, call me old-fashioned, call me "Sir Whines a Lot," as Elle did once while I was incarcerated inside the Company. But this is who I am. And this is my music.

The first set's all about music that reminds me of all the crazy things that have happened since the night of that eclipse.

I Believe I Can Fly, R. Kelly: Those were some crazy dreams that started this whole journey. Thanks, Charles Deveaux. You're one crazy...(shut yo' mouth!—Misfits ed.) Hey, I was just talking about Charles Deveaux!

Can't Fight This Feeling, REO Speedwagon: My jam! And since such feeling is the source of my power, the only arch-enemy I have to worry about is Captain Apathy.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day. For that crazy vision in which I realized I was the bomb. As opposed to "da bomb." That I would have been OK with, honestly.

Boombastic, Shaggy: In my long, slow, inexorable journey towards Kirby Plaza, this song kept coming up on my iPod. Weird, right? Almost as if this meant something. As if this song were somehow...connected, with everything that was going around me.

Scar Tissue, Red Hot Chili Peppers: FutureHiro told me I looked different without the scar. Apparently, I look all bad ass with it, although the way Hiro describes it, it sorta sounds like he tried to carve my face open with his katana. I better keep an eye on that guy. Behind all those "Yattas!" might lie the next Sylar. I know. That's deep. As deep as a My Chemical Romance album.

Let Down, Radiohead: I have to say, while I was scared about facing down Sylar in Kirby Plaza, I still had nearly a dozen super-powered allies by my side. I looked forward to taking him down as a group, solidifying our place as a cohesive unit set to do battle in a way so grandiose that I doubted any nearby building would be left standing. So, imagine my surprise where I got absolutely no back up at all. It's OK, y'all: let the empath absorb your powers and do it all myself! No biggie!

And, since I'm a empath, which the source of my powers lying in the memories of friends and family alike, here are the songs that remind me of all of those who taught me that I'm not alone. Except, of course, when I'm fighting Sylar in Kirby Plaza, as previously mentioned.

Invisible, Clay Aiken: For Claude, the French Obi-Wan Kenobi to my emo Luke Skywalker. Although Obi-Wan never pushed Luke off a building to see exactly how strong the Force was within him.

Paint It Black, The Rolling Stones: For the late Isaac. Sorry I picked a time to insert 1,000 cc's of evil into my bloodstream just before you died. Muh bad. Kinda got carried away there. If it makes you feel any better, I went right home and listened to Joy Division records all night while composing bad poetry in my diary.

Freeze Frame, The J. Giles Band: For Hiro, who always sings this when we go out and do karaoke together. Ando? He always sings "Barbie Girl," and honestly, the less said about this, the better.

The Electric Slide, Marcia Griffiths: For Elle. Boogie oogie oogie, you socially stunted freak.

Won't Get Fooled Again, The Who: For Adam Monroe. Note to self: next time I have amnesia, I'll make sure to be less gullible when a dude claims to need me help save the world. Then again, how will I remember this if I have amnesia? I'm confused. And I miss my old haircut. Super heroes shouldn't look like they've gone to SuperCuts.

Seventeen, Winger: For Claire. Um, moving on…

Machinehead, Bush: For Micah. Only met the little dude once, but apparently I shacked up with his Mom in an alternate reality future. Too bad I didn't actually explode, as I can never figure out how to set my DVR, and Micah could come in handy. Sure. 0.07% of the world would have to die so that I'd never miss an episode of Designed to Sell, but it would all balance out in the end.

Don't You (Forget About Me), Simple Minds: For The Haitian, since Lord knows I can never remember him. Nice power, you Tyrese lookalike. Now help me forget Season 2 and all's forgiven.

Shut Up, Black Eyed Peas: For Mohinder, or as we call him behind his back, "The Walking, Endlessly Talking Cure for Insomnia." Naturally, we don't say this out loud, but Parkman and I share a good mental laugh about this on occasion.

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So, yea, that's a good sampling there for you all. Hope you enjoyed a trip inside my super-powered MP3 player. Hopefully you're empath-etic to my choices? Get it? Get it? Man. Guess not. Nathan was always the funny one. And the smart one. And the handsome one. I had to settle for being quite possible the most powerful person on the planet.

I hate being me.

Peter Petrelli absorbs the abilities of the Boob Tube Dude before each poetry slam.

Comments

Is it September yet? I wants my Heroes back, refreshed and better than ever.

Sean | Jul 4, 2008 1:59:55 AM | #

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