I have a weird fascination with bad songs, which are covered by capable musicians. It just proves that talent can take something as obvious, irritating or plain dumb as Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop” – a really bad song, not really because of its lyrical content (filled with grammatical blasphemies as it is), but because how unsuitable for Miley’s voice it is along with the general cocky attitude. Read More Song for Sunday: Bastille covers “We Can’t Stop” by Miley Cyrus
Music and I have a funny relationship when it comes to writing.
I didn’t think that the two were acquainted until I stopped listening to music completely (but that is a different story). The well of words slowly dried up, and finding them became a chore. Sitting at the desk left me restless.
Writing is such a bodiless occupation. It transports your mind elsewhere, consumes everything, and it’s easy to neglect the body in the process. I realized I use music to reconnect.
Sometimes in the summer months, I’ll walk home with my ear buds in, hardly paying attention to the music. It makes the walk go faster, a background to my thoughts, muting the unimportant ones: deadlines, what to cook for dinner. Somehow, the joyful ones, the obscene ones, the terrifying ones, the reckless ones, manage to get through. Read More Theresa Bazelli on Music and Writing