Like many authors, I tend to work with music running in the background. Typically, classical or acoustic guitar. Am a big Segovia fan. (Look him up…Andreas Segovia – 1893-1987…arguably the greatest Spanish guitar player of all time.) Classical and guitar come to the front of my selections as I find it impossible to write when someone is singing lyrics. With one exception, opera. My Italian is so poor the lyrics pass as background noise. Unfortunately, my German is much better…so Wagner is out when I’m working.
All that said, I am prone to thinking through a chapter for a book with a particular song as a setting. Think of it as a literature equivalent of theme music for various characters. Or mood music for a scene. Having selected a song, I play it each morning before sitting down to write…gets my head back in the game.
So here we go for Osiris…with all due respect to the songwriters and performers. I play the stereo well, everything else defeats me.
Chapter 1: “Dust in the Wind” – Kansas
Chapter 2: “Say Goodbye to Paradise” – The Eagles
Chapter 3: “The Long Black Veil” – Led Zeppelin
Chapter 4: “Smells Like Teen Spirit” – Nirvana
Chapter 5: “Bad Moon Arising” – Credence Clearwater Revival
Chapter 6: “Sympathy for the Devil” – Rolling Stones
Chapter 7: “One in a Million: – Guns N Roses
Chapter 8: “When the Levee Breaks” – Led Zeppelin
Chapter 9: “Objects in the Rearview Mirror are Closer than they Appear” – Meatloaf
Chapter 10: “God Save the Queen” – Sex Pistols
Chapter 11: “Lawyers, Guns and Money:” Warren Zevon
Chapter 12: “Burning Down the House” – Talking Heads
Chapter 13: “Stranglehold” – Ted Nugent
Chapter 14: “The Show Must Go On” – Queen
Chapter 15: “Big Time Operators” – Van Morrison
Chapter 16: “Twilight Zone” – Golden Earring
Chapter 17: “Dirty Laundry” – Don Henley
Chapter 18: “I Want It All” – Queen
Chapter 19: “Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald” – Gordon Lightfoot
Chapter 20: Fight Fire with Fire” – Metallica
Chapter 21: First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin” – Leonard Cohen
And there you have it, the author’s play list. A quick snapshot into the musical recesses of my mind. Not sure what a psychologist would think—probably mumbles about schizophrenia or some such. That’s why I go to the gym—cheaper to beat up a weight room than pay an overfed crystal ball gazer.