The Stupid 365 Project, Day 19: iPod, Therefore I Am
October 20th, 2010
I write to music. I do pretty much everything to music.
When I tell musicians I write to music, they look at me with disapproval. ”I’d be too interested in the structure of the piece,” several of them have told me.
When I tell writers I write to music, they look at me (most of them, anyway) with disapproval. ”I need to focus on story and character,” several of them have said to me.
And to musicians and writers alike, I say: Bite me. I like music. It energizes me. It seals out the rest of the world. It makes it possible, when I’m writing in public, to ignore the people who come up and say, “Writing something, huh?” I can pretend I don’t hear them. If they’re persistent, I can do the idiot’s defense, look up at them, smile, and point at my ear buds. It’s amazing that people who are insensitive enough to come up to someone who’s obviously working and say, “Writing something, huh?” will back away apologizing when I point at my ear buds. There’s some sort of mystical line there. EARBUDS. DO NOT CROSS.
My iPod has maybe 8.000 songs on it, arranged into about 20-25 playlists. At the moment, I’m listening to a playlist I made about six months ago, and I’m using it for “Pulped.” Just to give you the flavor, here are ten song in sequence about a third of the way in. (I organize playlists by song title because it mixes up the artists, and I hate knowing who’s next.)
“Bright Side of the Road” — Van Morrison, one of his late-career gems. I have no idea how someone this grumpy could sound this happy. This cut could cheer up The Cure.
“Brownsville Girl” — Nine minutes of mid-eighties Dylan, a masterpiece from any perspective: “We gonna go all the way, till the wheels fall off and burn.” There are at least three movies in this song.
“Call It Off” — Tegan and Sara, to whom I wrote most of the middle section (Rose’s story) of THE QUEEN OF PATPONG. Girls on girls.
“Camelot Motel” — low-life, low-rent country heartbreak from the electrifying Mary Gauthier.
“Can’t Stop Feeling” — Franz Ferdinand, from “Tonight,” just all guitars and all good.
“Can You Hear Me Now” — Emmylou Harris, America’s greatest natural singer, making sadness sound like something to look forward to: ”I send up my S.O.S/a message in a bottle, sent out to sea/It just reads ‘soul in distress/and nobody ever got back to me.”
“Can’t Stand Me Now” — The Libertines, with Pete Doherty at his most energetically fragile. Pray for Pete – he’s got more talent than all the Lohans and the other glitter-casualties put together. He’s got to stop shooting up.
“Cape Canaveral” — Conor Oberst. Nobody since the first 3-4 years of Elvis Costello’s career, has written so many songs in such a short period and kept the standard so high.
“Cape Cod” — Vampire Weekend, light but fun, Cote d’Ivoir League, which is a really strained African pun on “ivy league,” which these guys are, via Paul Simon’s “Graceland.”
“Carpetbaggers” — Jenny Lewis from “Acid Tongue,” with a riveting one-verse guest turn by Elvis Costello, and I give Lewis credit for keeping it on the record, because it’s so brilliant it almost erases her from the song.
“Celluloid Heroes” — Head Kink Ray Davies with a big fat church choir behind him, and boy does it work. The whole LP is worth it just for “Big Sky,” Davies’ song about how God doesn’t give a shit about us. One of my musical moments of the yeas is when the choir sings, “Big Sky’s too big to cry.” Whoa.
“Choctaw Bingo” — James McMurtry live, doing an insanely propulsive, insanely funny, and very long song about the “Oklahoma-West Texas metamphetamine trade,” as he introduces it. I’ve driven across Texas to this song for hours. Put this and “Brownsville Girl” on a loop, and you’res good for a thousand miles of sagebrush.
Okay, so that was twelve because it was fun. But it gives you an idea. This is a whiter selection than most 10 or 11-song stretches would be, since I’m heavy on African and African-American but that’s what came up when I picked a random starting point. Good energy, something to put up a wall against the world, and when things aren’t going well on the page, something to lift my spirits.
Anyone who disapproves can bite me.
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10 Responses to “The Stupid 365 Project, Day 19: iPod, Therefore I Am” -
Shadoe Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 8:21 am
Another great blog. You are an inspiration. Does anyone know more about music than you? A great selection. 8,000 songs? Damn. So…writing something, huh? Now? Right now? How about now?
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Phil Hanson Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 9:19 am
“I’ve driven across Texas to this song for hours.”
Back in the days of the double nickle, many truckers called driving across Texas a career. It was real hardship in those days, Tim; no iPods, and a somewhat smaller selection of great music to choose from, but somehow we survived.
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murphy Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 9:33 am
Hey nothing wrong with being white. Can’t really write to music. Always seems like a good idea. If I am really into the writing I don’t even know if the music stops.
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Laren Bright Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 10:54 am
Maybe you ought to writ mystery songs. That would explain to musicians and writers why you write to music. Nail Through My Achy-Breaky Heart. The 4th Watcher Theme (written for Django Rhinehart). Queen of the (Patapong) Road (okay, that one’s a stretch.
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Suzanna Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 12:22 pm
Thanks for the list. Lots to check out since I haven’t heard of about half of these artists.
Have you heard of Jackie Greene? He is a young Bay Area singer songwriter that I think you might like. Saw him at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival a few weeks back. Very impressive.
I am not one of those who disapproves of your use of music but I have to admit I was a little dismayed by Maya’s absolute obsession with music while she studied during high school. Only because she insisted on hunting for new music while she worked which must have added hours and hours onto her very late night study sessions. I’m pretty sure she would argue that music is what helped her manage her heavy work load.
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 4:24 pm
Shadoe — Yes, you know much, much more about music than I do or ever will. Writing the new Simeon (feels so weird to say that) plus the currently-stalled Halloween short story, the new Poke, and a stand-alone thriller based on Sheherazade.
Phil, before I went on the first really big tour, I bought a new car, which was a matter of life and death, and had them install an iPod dock so I had my own radio station wherever I went. 9000 miles and I never heard “Stairway to Heaven.”
Murphy — I listen to a lot of black music, but there wasn’t any in this dozen songs. I know what people say about music distracting them from writing, but to me it’s a magic carpet.
Laren, that’s the worst reply in the history of this site. I’m speechless with admiration that you would put that out here where everyone can read it. And I’m going to go right on excoriating it until I can come up with my own mystery song, and all I can think of is “The Long Goodbye Mr. Chips,” and that’s not even a song. I give up.
Suzanne — there is something just the teeniest bit pinch-mouthed about “I am not one of those who disapproves” line, but I’ll let it pass. And I agree — listening to music while writing is an entirely different proposition from shopping for music while writing. I’m sure it’s why Maya turned out sooooo badly.
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Phil Hanson Says:
October 20th, 2010 at 6:08 pm
Hey, Tim, the soundtrack from “Miami Vice” and just about anything by Tina Turner make the best. Driving music. Ever. Crank up the tunes, put the hammer down, and you’ll soon find yourself establishing a rhythm to your driving that puts your speed somewhere to the north of 80. (Don’t forget to keep an eye open for smokey bears.)
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 21st, 2010 at 8:58 am
Wow, Miami Vice — haven’t heard that in years. Tina’s a force of nature. I met her a couple of times, and she was amazingly nice and very low-key — that whole personality if reserved for the stage.
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Sylvia Says:
October 22nd, 2010 at 1:16 pm
I’m jealous of people who can write with music on. I have to actually leave and go somewhere else. I’m not very aural – I don’t listen to podcasts and although I have a number of fun playlists, I only listen to them now and again. Usually when cooking. I *can* cook to music. That’s a skill, right?
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 22nd, 2010 at 4:25 pm
Sylvia, if you can cook to anything, that’s a skill.
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