The Working Soundtrack

contributed by Sara Johnson Allen

A friend and potential L'ATELIER writer (renew that passport!) and I were talking yesterday about how to invoke the kind of emotion needed to sustain a writing project. We don't stay 17 and hormonal forever, thankfully. We are not always feeling moody and dark, hopefully. But for my friend and I, the aforementioned state is where we do our best writing.

That's where the soundtrack comes in. It allows us to engineer the emotional aesthetic needed to complete a project. I have also found iTunes previews can evoke a working emotion, but next thing I know I'm binge watching HBO GO . . . so. 

Here's the working soundtrack for my current project. What's yours? 

The right lyrics also help set a mood:

"My true love drowned in a dirty old pan
Of oil that did run from the block
Of a falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive

Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knees
There's glass in my thermos
And blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes of the fourth of July
Roll off in a crooked line
To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive
Oh how I forgot what it's like

"Hey pretty baby get high with me,
We can go to my sisters if we say we'll watch the baby"
The look on your face yanks my neck on the chain
And I would do anything
To see you again

Go on, go on scream and cry
You're miles from where anyone will find you
This is nothing new, no television crew
They don't even put on the sirens
My nightgown sweeps the pavement
Please don't let him die"

-Neko Case