I’m sitting in my family room writing today — thanks to the patio door overlooking the back yard, it’s nice and bright as opposed to my cave of an office. I love writing out here, but normally can’t get any work done as there’s always someone home wandering in and out, turning on the television or talking so I can’t concentrate. So I usually end up retreating to the office with its door firmly closed. (Except when Spike starts meowing and clawing at it to come in.)
But today, everyone’s at work, so I’m taking advantage of the opportunity. I’ve got the television turned on, but to one of those “music” channels. I have it turned to the country channel. A few years ago, I would never have turned to it, but while I was writing Texas Tangle, I found that listening to country music helped get me in the right frame of mind to think country. Color me shocked when I discovered I actually liked country. Oh, I had Shania’s CDs (she is Canadian after all) and what respectable Canadian didn’t have a Gordon Lightfoot’s the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald stashed somewhere? But I was raised in a household where classical ruled. I will admit that in my teen years I rebelled and subjected my parents to Deep Purple and Black Sabbath at full blast. But those classical LPs were replaced with CDs and downloaded onto iTunes — Elgar’s Nimrod variation is one of my favorites. Sooo moving.
And I also tend to listen to a lot of soundtracks, especially when I’m writing. They seem to help set a mood. The one I have been obsessively listening to for the historical I’m working on right now is Last of the Mohicans.
But lately, when I just want to listen to music without having to a set a mood, I’ve found myself cuing up Tim McGraw. (Damn, that man is HOT.)
When I run through my Tim collection then I cue up Lady Antebellum, Lone Star, Brad Paisley, Mrs. McGraw Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, Toby Keith, Reba (well, okay I’d always liked her stuff), Martina McBride…the list goes on and on…
It’s sort of like how I used to hate yogurt as a child, but now I like it as an adult. Same goes with beets. Ugh as a child, yum, now.
Have you changed tastes over the years? Ever had something that you didn’t used to like that you like now?