I've always wanted to write a book while listening to the same music -- theme music, if you will.
When I read Lord of the Rings, as a young teenager, my older brother, Mike, was playing the lead in a community theater production of The Fantasticks. So that album was on, it seemed, every hour, every day, for weeks.
Now, when I hear that music, the nostalgia for Middle Earth is so strong, I could cut it with a knife.
Obviously, if I want to try to produce that feeling, the album has to be good enough for me to listen to that many times.
I've been listening to the Beatles lately -- I have a big boxed set of all their music. But those are the theme songs of my youth, essentially. So doesn't quite work in the specific.
I thought of Born to Run, which I seem to have an endless appetite for. Or London Calling.
Or maybe I should try something new. Maybe I should do something classical. I could probably listen the Beethoven for weeks. Maybe the 9th.
I don't know. The idea always falls through, somehow. I forget, or I get tired of the music. But I'm sure if I can find the right music, that is will serve as a trigger while I'm writing.
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