We all listen to excellent music of our exact choosing all the time, and certainly whenever we like. But this mostly happens when we’re driving or on a plane or train trip, and yet — this just hit me this morning, sadly — we never have the right kind of musical accompaniment in our heads during the actual, real-deal moments of engagement (momentous, tearful, emotional, climactic, poignant, euphoric, jarring)…the real thing.

This is one of the key differences between classic movies and real life. When we encounter dramatic stuff in actuality, we almost always (99.99% of the time) experience these things without a soundtrack. But in classic films, the heavy stuff often has an expertly written and orchestrated soundtrack playing along, either quietly in the background or loudly or lullingly.

The curious thing is that I believe that Phillip Glass‘s The Fog of War soundtrack is, in a certain sense, my personal soundtrack…the music of my life…music that I often hear in my head as I experience significant stuff as well as the boring non-essentials. It’s been living inside me for years.

But of course, Robert S. McNamara never heard a single note of Glass’s score when he was actually in the thick of various chapters in his life (World War II in the Pacific, Ford Motor Company presidency, Secretary of Defense under Kennedy and Johnson). But in an ideal world, McNamara would have heard it all along. Because the meaning of his life and what was actually happening deep down could have been so fully and completely understood and articulated by Glass’s music.

It’s a shame, in short, that we all live our respective lives without sublime musical accompaniment. We all have to wing it (and feel it) on our own…silently in a sense.