Boubacar
Traore. Amadou and Miriam. Tinariwen. Sure, the Malian music playing at our
house is cool and helps me write. The best place to write, however, is inside Clara
and Ross’s house in Austin, Texas.
The
cool white tiles and the big windows out into the yard help me. Plus the sense
of being on vacation. I don’t have to worry about the meals. Clara and Ross
will take care of that. Give me some French press coffee, pressed by Clara, and
the hope of Thai take-out, and I’m happy.
The
place where we write affects us: the ambience. Place affects mood.
Even
a quiet hotel can be inspiring when you’re on vacation. I got tons of work done
at the Renaissance Hotel in Washington, DC when Marco and I were there in
February. Most of the creative work took place in my head. We went to the
National Portrait Gallery and saw the winners of the portrait competition
(Artist builds self-portrait from rice-- sculpture; Musician goes crazy in
Whole Foods – paper-mation). Visual art always heats up my literary
imagination. Then when we returned to Chapin, and while it snowed for four
days, the words poured out of my fingers.
While
we were in Austin, we attended some of the South By Southwest free shows on the
side. Frankly, the music in Austin is usually a lot better. This time, the SXSW
festival sucked up all the good acts and we were left with the crumbs and a
bunch of beer guzzlers on the street. One exception: the Andrew Combs band from
Nashville. It’s nice to see a cute young man playing some hipster- pleasing
country swing music with his friends.
On
Saturday night, there was a Tinariwen concert outside. I was hoping for more
inspiration. No such luck. We got to see what the singers looked like (skinny
French-speaking Touaregs in burkas, dancing scared like deer in the headlights)
but their sweet folk music was RUINED by the horribly stentorian amplification.
Yikes.
In
order to write, the background must include the right kind of sound. Not a
beer-blast concert. Not Marco yelling at me and flapping his arms. Yes – Sonia
Jacobsen’s album, "Avalanche." Yes, Marco cheering a soccer match in the other
room. Yes, Clara making French press coffee and the tropical sounds of birds in
the background in Austin.