Sometimes when people are writing they listen to wordless music--soundtracks to epic movies, Mozart, soft jazz, the incessant tap of the pads of their fingers on the keyboard, revelling in the silence of creativity.
While writing I listen to a melange of things. My playlist backdrops---like my musical tastes---are eclectic.
I am also someone who strums music interconnected with my memory through my mental canvas. Music is a big trigger to thought and time and place and space for me and it sweeps me, pinpoints me, understands me and paints my borders bright.
I'll often make a playlist for a certain month depending on my feel and for the certain battery fluid formula I need to get my creative juices flowing.
For Sound Beyond Hearing my playlist has been the ultimate discordant dis-jointed dyslexic smorgasbord of sounds and tunes saddled and riddled with NOTHING to do with a major disaster.
Okay, but it gets even WORSE. When I am not listening to this hodge-podge, I am on songza or Grooveshark listening to Boy Bands, 1990s hits and .... I can't even..... ugh.
|yes. this includes BoysIIMen|
But then I get in a wistful mellow mood and only one of the two following will help: