Yesterday I was reading a favorite blog, Chick Lit Is Not Dead, and the interview was with Deborah Michel. The ladies at CLIND asked her what’s on rotation in her music collection and she admitted that she never listens to music while she writes. I did a little hoot of joy because I was starting to think I was the only one.
I posted that link over on my Writesy Facebook page and Chris confirmed what I was thinking about this topic – that its difficult to write when someone else is present let alone listening to music.
Matt and I were talking yesterday a little bit about this too and what I was saying to him was that I kind of just feel things with my entire body. If I’m sad I’m crying all the way down to my toes. When I laugh it starts in my stomach and forces itself through my veins and out of every pore on my skin. Every range of emotion gets a very wide berth in my world. And that’s the biggest reason I can’t listen to music while I write…I feel it too much.
As I said to Chris, every song is like a new emotional experience for me and if I spent, approximately, every three and a half minutes in a new emotional state while writing a book my character would come out sounding as schizo as I am.
And though many people love me (read: deal with my whacko inner self) I somehow doubt that someone so emotionally out of control would be a good character to sell a book. So I leave iTunes off while I write. I mean, I pretty much have a soundtrack running through my head at any given moment anyway.
For instance, right now I’ve got “Wheels” by the Foo Fighters kind of stuck and I haven’t heard this tune since we were on the way to go to the restaurant last night. But that’s now, I actually woke up with “Magic” by The Cars playing for reasons unknown. I don’t think I’ve heard that song in like ten years.
But this is just how my brain works – completely randomly. And don’t you love how I’m telling you all this as if you ever had a doubt? Like I haven’t been writing this blog for almost five years now? Um, yeah.
When I first started working on Ripple the Twine I actually tried to make a bunch of playlists that could compliment Sara’s personality but I always seemed to fall flat. I wanted her to be upbeat and fun but still slightly analytical and a little bit tortured internally. Which pretty much only describes one band I can think of – Sublime. Yeah, listening to that album on constant rotation, while I truly love it, got old kind of quickly.
So I’m sitting here this morning working on this blog post and doing a little networking and all of a sudden I open Yahoo to check my mail and the top three trending topics were Adam Yauch, MCA, Beastie Boys. It’s truly sad that these days when you see stuff like that you just know the celebrity has died. And sadly those suspicions were confirmed.
So now of course I have the entire License to Ill album running through my head on loop and I’m brought back to a few weeks ago when Matt & I were down at my sister’s place. For whatever reason we started having this uber nostalgia night and played a slew of songs that were totally relative to Wendy’s and my younger years.
The years where we were into music of all kinds and shared a room. The years when we’d sit patiently at the tape deck to hit record so we could capture our favorite songs from the radio when we were too broke to go out and buy the record. We kinda felt bad leaving Matt out but ended up on such a roll playing everything from White Lion (gag, sorry Wendy) to Guns n Roses and Whitesnake.
And of course a few Beastie Boys songs from LtI had to sneak in there just for good measure.
I don’t think I could pick a favorite off that album, it was like one constant song when we played it. Hell, I was a pop princess so I even kinda dug “Fight for your Right” (but don’t tell anyone, that song was probably the worst on the record). And yes, when I say record I mean vinyl. Which I absolutely still have and now I wish I had a record player because I’d spin that thing all day in tribute.
Mike D was always my favorite (seriously, I’ve never been able to resist a guy in a cool hat), Wendy was an AdRock fan, but without the gritty and guttural vocal stylings of MCA that group just never would’ve been the same.
RIP MCA. Your music about drinking, partying, girls, sex, drugs, & rock ‘n roll helped to shape my teen years and introduced me to the old school rap beats that I still love to this day.