For those of you who tweet, you might be familiar with Music Monday, or #MM the hashtag, or #MusicMonday. It’s a conversation where people can chat about the music they’re listening to, what they like, dislike, etc. I find that creative types–writers, painters, screenplay writers, and more–either need music when they are creating, or they need absolute silence. Somehow, there seems to be no medium; it’s one or the other. For me, music is a must. I create a soundtrack for each book, sometimes for each character. I wish I could say how the list is created. In actuality, it’s an organic process where some songs just “fit” immediately. Eventually the list is tweaked, then set into its final form. Then it becomes the main thing to listen to while working on a particular book :) Right now, as I write Book Three of The Elemental Clan Series, EARTHBOUND, the main music I am listening to includes the group Imagine Dragons. Particularly the song “Demons” which seems to be ever so fitting. What about you? What types of music do you like for creating, or just driving down the road?
Music, for me, is like a conduit straight into the heart of the muse. Some people like writing or doing other activities in silence. I can’t. Whether it’s driving in the car, writing a book, or doing daily tasks, I need music.
For writing, I create a soundtrack for each book. It’s a mysterious process and I have no idea why some songs work and others don’t. That’s the beauty of music. It works or it doesn’t. In addition to a soundtrack, there is always *that one song* that gets me inspired.
For WATER’S BLOOD, the key song was Furnace Room Lullaby by Neko Case (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nBt_e9tzdQ)
For RAGING FIRE, the key song was “Try” by PINK. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdHCec23BKE)
For EARTHBOUND, the key song is “Demons” by Imagine Dragons. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFQYaoiIFh8
What about y’all? What songs inspire you? Give you energy?
Hello all,
Well, the day is here. August 29, a day that will leave in infamy (at least for me and many Gulf Coast residents). The day Hurricane Katrina hit the coast of Mississippi, followed by the levees breaking in New Orleans. Hundreds were killed, thousands lost their homes and property, even more had to relocate and/or start over.
In the midst of the aftermath, I wrote a poem about New Orleans. Even though I no longer live there, I did grow up there. I miss all the beautiful parts of New Orleans, or NOLA as she often called with affection. This poem was my letter, my means of handling all the grief and sadness for my hometown. I hope you enjoy –
The Lonely Saxophone
copyright 2005-2013 Elaine Calloway
The saxophone’s melancholy notes dance in the humid air like lightning bugs flitting about in summertime. The musician is nowhere to be seen, but his music can be faintly heard along the lazy Mississippi River. The rich, slow music is the heartbeat of New Orleans, this port city surrounded by water. The Big Easy.
As the city awakens, noises fill the air but the saxophone still plays. The Creole Queen riverboat makes a loud whistle as she takes tourists down the river. Mounds of crawfish, shrimp, and spicy seafood abound here. Clapping visitors surround street performers in Jackson Square, wanting to see their favorite acts. Horse-drawn carriages make the ‘clop clop’ sound down the narrow French Quarter streets.
As my spirit absorbs these surroundings, I smile as I listen to the sad notes of a lonely saxophone, playing faintly as a constant backdrop to my home. The tunes may change, but the music goes on.
Black iron gates flank the streets in this Crescent City. Cherry-red geraniums bloom in decorative pots, and window boxes attempt to contain flowers bursting with pink, white, and purple. The flowers and the ivy cascade from the black iron balconies; they look like children dangling their feet before taking a swim.
The spirit of New Orleans – its people and its music – welcomes them all. At the time, I believe that the music will never stop.
On August 29, I was proven wrong. Katrina’s fury drowned the city’s own and the heart of New Orleans stopped beating. Cries for help and sobbing remained.
I gasp back tears as I see the rusted saxophone start to sink, its hollow insides consumed with Katrina’s waters. I hope that one day I can hear the music again. Until then, the absence of the lonely saxophone is deafening.
Happy weekend, all! I know, based on tweets and emails from friends, that many of you have snow on the ground right now. And it’s SUPER chilly in the South, a rare thing for this time of year. But the good news is, we can always write indoors or do something fun and creative on the weekend :) I’m guest blogging today about writing and music over at my Twitter friend Keri Neal’s blog. You can read the post here. What type of music do you like when doing tasks, or do you prefer silence?