Chronicles of my First Draft Part III

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.

Nada.

Take a look at this snapshot. Embarrassing, eh?  But that is what has propelled me forward---especially when I get to the travesty and weight of the greatest man made disaster before the Atomic Bomb.



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:

So I guess the moral of the story is.... Judge Not!