I owe many of my musical discoveries to my fellow inkslingers.
My good friend David J Rodger shared this soundrack, done by Underworld, for the live theatre performances of Danny Boyle’s Frankenstein (with Jonny Lee Miller – swoon! and Benedict Cumberpatch)
It starts out dreamlike, ethereal, lovely, melodic but then the clanging of bells add a stark jolt and the soundtrack begins to shift, to decay into something more haunting.
Frankenstein House is the shortest of the tracks but it is lovely and warbling.
One of my main sources for new musical discoveries is fellow dark ambient lover Barry Napier. Barry has introduced me to many new bands, including the wonderfully strange yet melodic Sleep Party People. This song is addictive! And I cannot stop watching those bouncing bunny ears as they really get into the song.
Lastly, I heard about Hecq via the NaNoWriMo forums. Their tracks range from dub step in one of my faves, Sura, to the creepy Dis. I’m not sure why but it reminds me of the film version of The Shining. It is definitely atmospheric, and something that is sure to inspire.
So, what are your latest musical discoveries? Or what are you listening to while writing your next killer story?
Droning soundscapes. Swirling undertones. Percolating noise. This is the soundtrack to which many of my stories take shape.
I have a list of go-to bands that work perfectly for writing mode. So while there may be a similar thread to the stories I write, it's cool that each one has its own personality, even though many have been born under the same musical score.
If my current story had a soundtrack, it would include whipping wind against rusted metal, dripping water into murky puddles and the rustling of shapes in translucent shrouds.
I hope it gives readers a sense of foreboding and wilts their spirit so they have to sleep with one eye open
What are you listening to these days? How does it effect your writing? If you could compile the perfect soundtrack to your current #WIP, what would it be and why?
If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you'll know by now that music is an important aspect of my writing routine.
When writing articles, I tend to listen something upbeat and peppy (live stuff by The Clash, Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Chemical Brothers work well) – anything to keep me moving and to help me get my work out of the way so I can play.
Fiction writing, on the other hand, needs music with a little more finesse. Ambient, trance, drone – these are the genres that help me tap into that deeper place where my creativity seethes and festers.
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