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Musical mood

When I sit down to a few hours writing the first thing I do is plan what music I'm going to listen to while I work. 

It might be a bout of procrastination ahead of focusing but I find it incredibly difficult to write fluidly when all I can hear are my fingers stumbling across the keys.  If the man is on the sofa next to me then I'll have ear phones in but it's best when I'm alone and can put the stereo on with one artist's album influencing the tone of my mood and ultimately the energy of what is produced on the page.

I used to listen to a lot of Enya (seriously you can hear it in each page of every airy fairy thing I wrote at uni)because you can tune out quite fast to it. 

Then I tried to write to Counting Crows but they are my ultimate most favourite band in the world and that was a clear mistake.  I would often come to my senses around track 8 of 'August and Everything After' and realise that I'd been singing for the past 40 minutes and written absolutely nothing.

Recently it's Live that's been working for me.  They tend to start the song big and continue that way until a crashing end.  It kind of suits the dialogue that I'm chasing for the film-from-hell and also is too high for me to sing along to so no chance of me being sidetracked (true story, I have a typical man's range when it comes to vocals).

Anyway 'All Over You' keeps cropping up on my ipod and is what I will be listening to tonight when I tackle a new start to the first ten pages of my script. 

Rather brilliantly this is Live playing live.  Turn it up.

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