The Influence of Music
The Background Sounds of Writing

I float on music. I slide, I glide, I sometimes twirl. It is a backdrop just as a window with curtains moving gently in the drift of air through an open window might be. There, but unobtrusive. There to help me write, to be like the shoes I stand in while I piece together the thoughts I want to express.
In an orderly and yet heartfelt fashion. When I write for myself. When I write for you.
It’s like having a good breakfast to start your day, or that first cup of coffee…or, two. You don’t think about it much as the day wears on but having taken nourishment or a jolt of caffeine is enough to keep you ready, to prepare you, to remind yourself there are things to be done. Rise and shine, the day is upon us.
I wrote a book a long time ago listening to Andreas Vollenweider. The album was Caverna Magica, though there was another one which was a favorite. That song was Windhorse by Bill Douglas. It did not bother me that I listened to the same music for three years. It was the music that prepared me to close my eyes and enter the world of my novel. I learned of both of them from Hearts of Space. At the time it was a radio program and the only way I could listen was after 10 at night on a station that I could pick up coming in from Detroit. Now, it is much easier to listen to this music. Heartfelt, outer space music. If you’ve never listened before HOS.org has a free program every week.
Mostly, these days I write to silence and because my ears ring with tinnitus it is enough of a platform, a backboard to fling words at, to see which ones stick. But, sometimes, like now, I remember that music is like alcohol, it provides a surface where I can float, rest or be aroused.
Sometimes, when I write with music as a part of the process, I find myself bouncing at my keyboard. I am like an Hasidic Jew at his prayers. They call it shuckling. It is unconscious movement. I am not really aware of it. The words, they flow, they float they startle me. At times.
It is like the sound of a shamanic drum eating, changing the rhythm of yourself as you embark upon a flight of fancy, deep, deeper still under the surface of the earth.
It doesn’t cost anything. I don’t have to buy drugs or liquor anymore. It is as John Denver might have said once upon a time, a Rocky Mountain High. Channeling funny just now. I wrote high with a lower-case h. He said to change it to upper case: High.
I don’t know if this piece is going to go any farther than it has. It is enough, I think, to show someone else how music can improve the flow of concentration that we have when we are writing.
It is interesting to me, too, that these are not always the perfectly and grammatically correct sentences of a writer of prose but sometimes drifts into the land of poetry. Although, I am not schooled in poetry I admire those who can write like that.
The Links Andreas Vollenweider on YouTube Caverna Magica — Under the Tree by Andreas Vollenweider on YouTube Bill Douglas on the web Windhorse by Bill Douglas on YouTube Hearts of Space — a new program every week, definitely music to write by John Denver singing Rocky Mountain High on YouTube




