Light My Fire by the Doors when he first made fire.

And he's not really singing. He's more saying the words because he's excited.

But seriously, would you sing, like, a lot? Every day? Make an instrument or two?

the only good thing about being cast away on an island w. only a fucking volleyball to talk to is that you don't have to perform

no of course i wouldn't make music, why is it necessary to always make noise and draw attention to yourself?

what's wrong w. letting the birds sing for a change?

music just doesn't work as a solo activity, when i go on solo hikes solo trips in the field no of course i don't look for ways to clutter my head with "music"

admittedly i had a stage mother who couldn't understand why i wasn't interested in music, aren't all nerds/geeks/asperger's/autism whatevers interested in music? guess what, NO, there is actually a place in the world for people who don't need to fill in empty spaces w. music and if a deserted island isn't one of those places just shoot me now

that THEY were to be the only singers and threatened to strike over the Doors tune.

they flew back home, each insisted on buying a Wilson volleyball.

Which of course then made the scene where he loses Wilson that much more powerful.

If only for that scene alone.

so I'd have to make do and try to replicate it. Music is part of the reason for living and a major pleasure, if not part of what it means to be human.

I'd first have to replicate Johnny Cash: I keep a close watch on this heart o'mine....I keep my eyes wide open all the time....

Then go into a Bobby McGee: I crooned my harpoon, and in my dreary bandana, I was humming soft while Bobby sang the blues, oh yeah.....

Then: Wild Thang....You make my heart sang.....you make everythang, groovy....wild thang.....


Then a little classical...Blue Danube, I think: Da da da da da..da da...da da....da da da da da...da da...da da....

Then some Tom Petty, to the extent I could remember it: And I won't, back, down...no, I'll stand, my ground....


Then I'd of COURSE have to try to remember all the words to Gilligan's Island theme song.

I'd cap it all off with dancing, which is another reason for living. Life just wouldn't be worth living without a little dancin'. Wilson would be my partner for the dances where you need a partner.

Actually, during the filming Hanks lost so much weight (40 pounds I think) that it bordered on being dangerous for him:



(You can see this in the scene which opens as he is spearing a fish after being on the island for so long.)

As far as *music* is concerned, to me, there is always the natural unending rhythm of the ocean...

It is one of the things that separates humans from other mammals...the making of instruments, creating music (not just singing the same song all your life, as birds do).

One of the things I would definitely do, if I found myself alone for the rest of my life, is really get into music. Instruments, singing, dancing. And I'd expect Wilson to join in.

I might sing to myself now and then, but actually exerting the effort to construct a musical instrument--especially when I have no idea how to do so--would simply frustrate me further.