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I like writing to the sound of golf on TV.
The hushed commentary and quiet applause provide a presence without distracting.
And there’s all that soothing green grass when you do look up.
Tennis is good too; I like the soft “pocks” and the relatively gentle commentary
in the background which let me think without feeling totally cut off from the world.
Although tennis can be very distracting when Roger and Rafa play, not only for the
excellence of their game but for the beauty of their extreme stretches and
follow-through, too gorgeous for an artist to ignore.
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The hushed commentary and quiet applause provide a presence without distracting.
And there’s all that soothing green grass when you do look up.
Tennis is good too; I like the soft “pocks” and the relatively gentle commentary
in the background which let me think without feeling totally cut off from the world.
Although tennis can be very distracting when Roger and Rafa play, not only for the
excellence of their game but for the beauty of their extreme stretches and
follow-through, too gorgeous for an artist to ignore.
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Roger Federer In Action Against Tomas Berdych - Photo the Guardian
The BBC radio 4 on low volume is also a good accompanying drone.
Music is just too distracting; it always sweeps me up and makes me listen
exclusively to it, drowning out the plot points and dialogue etc. I'm trying
to focus on.
On the other hand, total silence freezes my brain. I just can't to write in
the thundering quiet of the country. It's great to relax in and paint in,
but not to write in. Not for me, anyway. And a soundproof room makes me
want to keep rushing out to see if the world is still there. I need to hear signs
of life: children’s voices, ducks quacking, dishwasher running, pots clattering,
birds chirping, the dull roar of city traffic with an occasional siren.
Companionable, reassuring and soothing.
Inspiring, even.
the thundering quiet of the country. It's great to relax in and paint in,
but not to write in. Not for me, anyway. And a soundproof room makes me
want to keep rushing out to see if the world is still there. I need to hear signs
of life: children’s voices, ducks quacking, dishwasher running, pots clattering,
birds chirping, the dull roar of city traffic with an occasional siren.
Companionable, reassuring and soothing.
Inspiring, even.
First published July 20, 2009
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WRITING, SOUNDTRACK, MUSIC