If you wish you could tell James Gunn how much we’re going to miss him
I’m headed to a comic convention next week with a good fandom friend, and the celebrity guest list includes Dave Bautista and Michael Rooker. We all know they’re both staunch defenders of Gunn, and it seems like either of them might be willing to pass along a message, or more to the point, a gift.
I ordered some blank tapes. My friend has a cassette deck for recording, and some of her own wonderful GotG art which she can shrink down for an “album cover”. Barring unforeseen complications, we’re doing this.
Proposed track list so far:
“End of the Line” - The Traveling Wilburys “We Are the Champions" - Queen “Four Strong Winds” - Neil Young “Wish You Were Here” - Pink Floyd “Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft” - The Carpenters “Five Years” - David Bowie “Dancing in the Moonlight” - King Harvest “Let It Be” - The Beatles
What I need from you:
2-4 more songs which express sentiments of “don’t worry”, “you blew it but you’re forgiven”, “we want you back”, “thank you for the inspiration”, or “the Walt Disney Company sucks”. Preferably, they fit into the same 70s/classic rock sound as the Awesome Mixes, but exceptions can be made. If we end up with too many I’m fine with weeding out some of my own picks.
Ideas for what the accompanying note/letter should say. I want this to be something that’s symbolically from the whole fandom, not just two obsessed fans, but I also don’t want to sign it “Guardians of the Galaxy Fandom” if there’s anyone who would for some reason object to being associated with this project.
Positive attitude: if you’re anti-Gunn, this isn’t about you, and we also don’t need anyone pointing out what a mix tape is likely to accomplish (nothing). At best, this might lift the spirits of someone who lifted ours, but I think that’s a chance worth taking.
You shot up in bed sweating. Peter felt you and woke up immediately too. “Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he questioned. “Take deep breaths, oh my god, what happened?” You did as he advised and took deep breaths. “I had a nightmare,” you uttered. “Aw man, well just lay back down and try to forget about it,” he suggested.
“I can’t, it’s all that’s running through my mind,” you said to him.
Peter then put both of his hands on your sides and went back down to the bed with you. He kept one of his arms draped around you and began to sing the lyrics to Moorage Daydream.
“Keep your electric eye on me, babe. Put your ray gun to my head. Press your space face close to mine, love. Freak out to a moorage daydream, oh yeah,” Peter sang softly to you helping you fall back asleep.