Music and Writing.

Just this weekend I downloaded Spotify.  Having been a Pandora user for sometime I didn't quite see the hype of Spotify.  Listen to full albums, big deal.  I had it in mind that I would always want the radio stylings of variety and surprise and there was very little that Spotify could offer that Pandora could not.  Au contrair.  I am reformed.

I love that I can sit and slam away at my keyboard working on various writing projects while listening to the musical styling of The Decemberists, I honestly don't know the name of the album I am listening to right now, I don't care, but I love this band and I was in the mood for their slick guitar rifts and haunting, poetic vocals and when I write I thrive on melancholy music, it is a way I close the door and engage fully on what I am doing.  Bands like Modest Mouse, Deer Tick, Mumford and Sons, Elliot Smith, a little Tom Waits, among others are the soundtrack to my muse and then the back ground of my writing.

I wish there was a way to put the color of what I hear, physically, in the background of my writing, when I work on fiction I can see the characters coming to the fore of the canvas, my brain splattered across the screen, my fat fingers to slow to keep up with who and what i see as the words pour out, trying desperately to keep rythym and pace with the music ringing in my ears, blocking out the world around me, and when I am truly focused on writing it is as though I am sitting in the blackness and the only light is the screen of my computer and only writing exists -- heart, soul, being, pouring across the page in shades and shapes and sounds and explosions of imagination and reality.