there’s always the right song for any particular moment. and a different people has different choices. in other words, there’s a spectrum regarding what kind of song, or music, people choose to accompany his or her time. but when it comes to deciding whether it is better to play some music or not while working, there are only two opposite positions: yes it’s better or no it’s a bad idea.
i’m definitely at the yes-it-is-better side. it’s not a surprise. but not as most people do, i don’t apply specific pattern or preference. i’d play any kind of music, any kind of song. easy listening tunes, hard-crunching rock, heavy grinding metal, whatever. all of them give me precisely the same impact: opening up my memory, clearing up my mind and… spark life into and pump up my adrenalin.
as for the latest, to me, writing is always like putting myself in a sport game. i can be excited. i can be distressed. but regardless, i never quit.
i don’t know when did exactly my listening-to-music-while-working habit start. as far as i can remember, i’ve already did it when i was in my senior. i’ve got my own tape player back then. even when i had to move to a city not far from yogya in central java to finish my senior i brought with me a tape player that was supposed to be set up with at least an amp and a pair of speakers; in order to be able to listen to music with it i use a headphone.
i listen to music at any kind of working situation. there were yes’ tales from topographic oceans, genesis’ and then there were three, and al di meola’s splendido hotel, among others, when i worked hard writing report on my last project in my senior. there were saga’s in transit, marillion’s script for a jester’s tear, and alan holdsworth’s metal fatigue, for instance, when i wrote –with hatred –my thesis in the university.
and with music, too, i’ve written many pieces as a journalist (or so i thought): news stories, features, long articles, even editorials, which at any time demand special attention (and always put more pressure to me to write, given the time constraint).
i don’t know what else i can write. and i won’t be able to predict. but one thing is certain, exactly as the sun always rise in the east: i will do each with music played, always.