Yours sincerely, wasting away

Let it be known that I got my first senior discount yesterday. At my own day job, no less.

Mind you, I’m only fifty-five this year, but that was enough for me to start getting a ten percent discount every first Wednesday of the month. That first time only got me maybe $2.50 off total, but some of my senior customers ended up with a sweet deal of ten, fifteen, even twenty dollars off because they bought quite a bit.

This has nothing to do with my music blog, other than that I had “When I’m Sixty-Four” in my head when I was first informed of this new deal at the shop. Heh.

When the writing (and the writing soundtracks) became a daily habit

The other day I was going through the Mendaihu Universe Legacy Soundtrack list — the albums, mixtapes, and compilations with a direct link to my countless writing sessions for the Bridgetown Trilogy and its many preludes, revivals and offshoots — and I discovered that I could actually pinpoint when those sessions went from ‘when I could get to it’ and solidified into an almost-daily event for the next several years. It’s also the same timeframe when my music listening habits changed and expanded considerably.

It all boils down to when I stopped working longhand on The Phoenix Effect on 7 August 1998. Over the course of that spring and summer, I’d gotten into the habit of writing four or five longhand pages in the food court at the mall I worked at, then once I was at home I’d work on transcribing that work. The transcription started most likely that spring so I had a bit of catching up to do, but by that date, I was completely caught up. I’d even been revising as I went, which meant that the longhand version and the transcript version had some significant differences.

It made more sense to me to finish the novel on the PC, so for the next three weeks I headed downstairs to my basement writing nook every day to work on it. And considering I prefer writing with a soundtrack, the albums I listened to at the time were the ones getting significant repeat play during those sessions. Dishwalla’s And You Think You Know What Life’s About, Hooverphonic’s Blue Wonder Power Milk, Dubstar’s Goodbye, theaudience’s self-titled, Rasputina’s How We Quit the Forest, God Lives Underwater’s Life in the So-Called Space Age. And once the novel was complete, I started on the next round of revisions. With that came repeat listens of Mansun’s Six, Paul McCartney’s Rushes (under the moniker The Fireman), Baxter’s self-titled, Belle & Sebastian’s The Boy with the Arab Strap, UNKLE’s Psyence Fiction.

At the start of 1998, my work at the writing nook was scattershot, maybe two or three times a week. But by the end of that same year, I was down there almost every single night. Not that I completely gave up on longhand just yet, however… I was already planning out a working schedule in which I’d start the sequel to Phoenix in the food court before work while I revised Phoenix in the evening. That first sequel attempt was trunked six months later with another one attempted then stopped soon after, followed by an aborted rewrite of Phoenix. From there the dates do get a little hazy, but I would say that it was most likely the summer of 2000 that I tried one more time on the rewrite, and A Division of Souls was born.

The most important thing of all, though, was that I’d finally solidified a writing practice that I’ve stuck with ever since. I was down there in that basement nearly every single day now, even on the weekends after my road trips or other errands, working on something. There was a brief time of a few months in which it fell to the wayside in September 2000 when I started working second shift at Yankee Candle, but by November I’d switched to the morning shift. From then on until my moving out in March 2005, I’d be down there nearly every night, working on the Bridgetown Trilogy.

And considering the schedule, that also meant that by late autumn of 2000 I was making my weekly runs to Newbury Comics in downtown Amherst, picking up new releases every Wednesday after my comic book run at Hampshire Mall. And nearly all of these albums would get repeated play down there in the basement while I worked on the trilogy. My collection grew exponentially for the next five years because of that, and several of those titles became part of the MU Legacy Soundtrack list.

But yeah, it’s kind of neat to finally confirm that this longstanding writing-and-new-music habit I still have started in September of 1998.

Favorite Albums: Dubstar, ‘Goodbye’

This is one of those albums where I went in not knowing a single track from it, and it ended up being one of my favorite albums of the year. I’d read the positive reviews in the British music papers, and had heard this would get a slightly abridged stateside release (a mix of tracks from the UK version plus the handful of popular songs from their previous record Disgraceful from 1995). The week this showed up as a promo at my store, I snagged it and gave it a spin.

You all know that I do love me some music that invokes a sort of autumnal vibe. Songs that make me feel like I’m driving around woodsy New England on a slightly cloudy Sunday afternoon, taking in the reds and oranges of fall foliage before the day is over and I have to head back home and return to work the next day. I know, it’s kind of specific, but you get what I’m trying to say here. A sort of end-of-day melancholy.

And the leadoff single “Stars” did that with its sweeping and sighing synth chords and unobtrusive electronic drums. It’s their signature song (it was originally on Disgraceful), but it’s such a gorgeous and moody song that I stopped in place and had to play it again just to relive that moment. I was already hooked. I also realized they weren’t a band that would get a lot of play on WFNX (they were leaning more towards harder and louder alt-rock at that point), but an AOR station like The River definitely would, and did.

The album isn’t all just moods, however, it also ventures into some really fun territory like the British Northern Soul sound of “Inside” and the bouncy “Cathedral Park”…

…or the Cocteau Twins-y “Just a Girl She Said”, or the Pet Shop Boys-y “The View from Here”. They even do a lovely cover of Billy Bragg’s “St Swithin’s Day”, giving the formerly all-acoustic original a full-band sound. It was kind of hard to pin them down style-wise, but that was part of what drew me to them, because while the styles changed, the mood I’d been drawn to remained. It all felt so autumnal to me, which worked perfectly considering it had been released at the end of September of 1997.

They were in that 1996-98 sweet spot of alternative that was distinctively British with a female lead and a synth-driven atmosphere (see: Hooverphonic, Mono, Sneaker Pimps, Lamb) that might not have been huge in the States but definitely had its own fanbase here.

This album came out while I was already a number of chapters in on writing The Phoenix Effect, and because of its sound and vibe it was a perfect candidate for a writing soundtrack. Over the next several years I’d give it a spin while working in the Belfry, and to this day I’ll still break it out now and again just to enjoy what a wonderful and light album it is.