The Black Swan is My New Writing Jam

I don’t know about you, but I love me some writing music. My newest example of jamtastic craziness: The Black Swan soundtrack.

Not exactly Queen Amidala, is she?

For those not in the know, The Black Swan is about a total nutjob ballerina who does a bunch of crazy stuff before stabbing herself in the stomach with a piece of glass during a fight with her alter-ego self. After that she sprouts imaginary feathers, dances in front of a bunch of people, and then dies. Horray for happy endings.

Even though the weirdness of this movie is totally off the charts, it did produce a killer soundtrack from Mr. Clint Mansel, the same guy who did the soundtrack for Requiem For A Dream. I couldn’t manage to get the whole thing streaming on here but I did find a version of my favorite track on a YouTube video. Check it out. Hopefully you’ll like it.

So what about you? Got any favorites that you pump up the volume on while you’re tapping out a new tale?

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Sweet Black Magic

I don’t know a single person who doesn’t like music. Well, that’s not entirely true. My grandpa didn’t like music at all. Movies either, actually. In fact, unless you count the organ jams they cranked out during mass on Sundays I don’t ever remember the guy listening to music one single time. I guess he was just a weirdo like that.

So let me do that last paragraph over: With the exception of my grumpy old grandpa I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like music. It’s like pizza for your ears, you know? Everybody can find their own spin on it–cheese or no cheese–that makes it perfect for them.

Almost everybody has had one of those friends that is always on the hunt for something new when it comes to music. You know the person I’m talking about. She’s the one who always seems to know about the next big thing before it hits mainstream. For me, that someone is my wife. Some of my favorite music is from artists that I never would have found if she hadn’t showed them to me. If it wasn’t for her I’d still be listening to the same ten groups I’ve been bumping since high school.

One of the things I think is extra cute about my wife is that she likes to mix her interests together and come up with some whole new thing. For instance, when she reads books–The Hunger Games is the first thing that comes to mind–she makes these playlists for them based off her favorite music that end up like soundtracks for the novel. I thought the idea was so fricken cool that I asked her to do the same for me. Click the songs below to check out what she came up with:


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As you might expect I am pretty darn stoked that I have this little list of music to write to. My personal favorite is going to have to be the Metric song. I feel like it totally fits the way my main character feels about everything that is going on in her life.

After she made the list for me I went ahead and burned the list to CD. That way I can listen to them on the way to my current favorite writing spot and get myself all pumped up before I start working. How sweet is that, right? Yeah, she’s pretty much the most awesome thing ever. I’m not trying to brag or anything, but you guys should all be crazed with jealousy over how awesome my wife is.

But her amazing talents don’t end at just picking out great songs to put to her favorite books. Oh, no. She also keeps a wicked sweet blog that you should all take the time to peek at. If you like adventures in anime, cooking, YA lit, music, crafting, and assorted geekery then I can guarantee you’ll dig it.

That’s it for this installment. I really need to hit the sack so I can plow through more of the manuscript tomorrow. Thanks for reading and be sure to comment, follow my blog, or follow me on Twitter.

Asleep

I had a plan tonight, and it was going to be awesome. I was going to write three things: a blog entry, part of a new story, and a letter to Santa Clause.

Okay, the last one isn’t true.

Okay, okay, the second one isn’t true either. But the claim of blogginess is as honest as a boy scout walking an old lady across the street–all while under oath. That’s right. Dead honest. You know I wouldn’t lie when there are old ladies involved.

The blog entry was going to be great too! I was going to captivate you, dear Reader, with tales of sunshine and feasts and adventure. But, alas! I am too tired to go on. Sorry.

Instead of a blog entry–at least a legit entry that makes any kind of sense–you get a fan-made video of one of my most favorite songs. It’s by The Smiths. It rules. (If you’ve never listened to The Smiths then please consider this your invitation to start!)

Good night, and I promise I will write all about my incredibly happy today, tomorrow.