You can take that literally as I am listening to music right now via some headphones in my ears. I usually don’t write to music. I find it distracting. Mostly because I like to listen to my favourites really loud and that doesn’t leave a lot of room for thoughts. I am just about capable of moving along with the music in some fashion (usually not the most elegant one either).
Honestly, I don’t care what I look like swaying to the songs playing in my ears. I do prefer to close the door and jump around a while, but my housemates would hear my jumping and would be wondering either way. If I like the songs and there’s some sort of rhythm going on I can’t really stop myself from moving with it, even if it’s only my shoulders dancing, my fingers twitching or my feet tapping.
Consequently I chair dance rather than write when I am listening to music. I guess, if it were Bach or Beethoven that sort of thing wouldn’t happen, though. Right now I am a sight to behold, I’d imagine. My head is moving every which way, my feet are playing conductor of sorts and I have a huge grin on my face while my fingers are dancing across the keyboard. I am on my bed, I should add, otherwise I’d have a hard time staying on my feet.
This is fun, but I couldn’t possibly do any serious writing like this.
And that is just as well. There is a time for writing and there is a time for listening to music. This is what you get when you try and do both. I am enjoying myself immensely, but I cannot take this seriously. It’s fun and you’ve got to have fun, right?!
Now, don’t ask me what music it is I am listening to. It’s eclectic. It’s a ton of fun for sure. Some of it is popular, some of it is ancient. It’s very gay, in more sense than one (and in a good sense either way). Since I am gay and have a ton of gay friends, I can be the judge of that and am allowed to say it.
All that aside, music does inspire me to write. Some times it’s the lyrics, sometimes the melody, sometimes the feeling of the song, sometimes the situation I first heard it in. To me music is at its best when it makes me smile or cry or want to dance. That’s the kind of music I listen to, make of it what you will. If it makes me want to write, it’s the best kind of music I could possibly imagine.
Right this instant it’s “Secrets” by One Republic.
One day I’ll have given all my secrets away. It’ll be the day I write my last word.