Writing While Listening

I wrote most of My Husband Betty while listening to Rufus Wainwright‘s music, which is one of the reasons I thanked him in the foreword of that book.

She’s Not the Man I Married took motivating music; things like “Go Baby Go” by Garbage I remember listening to over & over again some nights, for its queer lyrics and sugary enthusiasm.

But now, this novel — which I started writing when I was first listening to a lot of Smiths — is now getting written to a soundtrack of nearly exclusively Elliott Smith, specifically XO, and some nights, I’m just so taken my how honeyed and gorgeous his voice was, and how much it saddens me that he won’t ever sing again. It’s just such perfect middle of the night music, somehow, full of longing and a kind of stubborn dignity, and the perfect soundtrack for this book.

2 Replies to “Writing While Listening”

  1. I listen to Rufus every day while writing. (Also transgender related).

    He is sublime!

    Can’t wait for his opera to debut.

  2. Woo, Garbage! “Go Baby Go” is tragically overlooked.

    You’re the only other person I know who likes anything from Beautiful Garbage.

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