Music
Almost all music used comes from RuPaul's albums. More specifically, RuPaul's recent albums, Champion and Glamazon. Exceptions are songs used during the lip-sync portion of the show.
Essentially, Champion is the series soundtrack, but an EP album called Drag Race, was also released to iTunes and other digital markets. Composed of remixes from RuPaul's Champion album, it also serves as a soundtrack.
- Main Event (Matt Pop 80's Tribute) (4:16)
- Let's Turn the Night (Matt Moss' Vidon Remix) (5:11)
- Never Go Home Again (Moss Moss' Vidon Remix) (3:20)
- J.O.M.B.2.0. (RevoLucian's Redux) (3:35) – featuring Tilly Key
- Destiny is Mine (Matt Moss' Vidon Remix) (3:35)
- Hit the Floor (Matt Moss' Vidon Remix) (3:20)
- Champion (DJ BunJoe's Olympic Mix) (3:42)
- LadyBoy (DJ BunJoe's Bangkok Booty Mix) (3:08)
- Main Event (Joe Carrano's TKO Mix) (3:41)
- Let's Turn the Night (Matt Pop Bootleg Mix) 6:43)
- Never Go Home Again (Matt Pop Amsterdam Jam) (4:01)
- Main Event (Matt Pop 80's Tribute Extended) (8:37)
- Cover Girl (Matuchi's Taterz Deep Edit) (4:49)
- Main Event (Chris Thomas' Hi-NRG Mix) (5:07)
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Famous quotes containing the word music:
“Now the rich stream of Music winds along
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,”
—Thomas Gray (1716–1771)
“During the cattle drives, Texas cowboy music came into national significance. Its practical purpose is well known—it was used primarily to keep the herds quiet at night, for often a ballad sung loudly and continuously enough might prevent a stampede. However, the cowboy also sang because he liked to sing.... In this music of the range and trail is “the grayness of the prairies, the mournful minor note of a Texas norther, and a rhythm that fits the gait of the cowboy’s pony.””
—Administration in the State of Texa, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)
“And in the next instant, immediately behind them, Victor saw his former wife.
At once he lowered his gaze, automatically tapping his cigarette to dislodge the ash that had not yet had time to form. From somewhere low down his heart rose like a fist to deliver an uppercut, drew back, struck again, then went into a fast disorderly throb, contradicting the music and drowning it.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)