Some people cannot function without loud music; others require silence. I tend to fall somewhere in the middle.
As you may have noticed, my music preferences tend to run amok. Variety being the spice of life, I love a bit of everything.
Except when it comes to productivity.
When it comes to work, I’m on a strict euphonious diet. I’m not allowed anything that will bring on a fit of dancing or the singing into a highlighter ‘microphone.’ Editing demands silence. Research calls for music–it even allows for a hint of verbiage in the songs, but even then, it must keep to the mellow side. Nora Jones’ Feels Like Home, for instance–I’ve yet to find anything that fits the bill quite like it. I don’t know what it is about that CD, but I can (and have) played it ad nauseam while compiling research. Just ask former co-workers.
And when I write? Nothing but instrumental will do.
For writing, my staples include Pandora’s Film Scores Radio and Beautiful Hollywood. Those composers know a thing or two about inspiration; like the theme to Forest Gump . . .
In a few short minutes you can grasp hope, beauty, bittersweet moments–the whole of life.
Come to think of it, it’s not only inspiration for work, but living, as well. We are getting into that frenzied time of year, you know. So if you need a bit of a reprieve, might I suggest pouring yourself a steaming mug of goodness? Maybe grab a scone or two, light a few candles–or simply sit in front of a lighted tree–and have yourself a listen . . .