Medwyn Goodall is my favourite musician to relax to that I strangely never talk about.
I’ve written the above sentence once before in a blog post, thereby now rendering it rather inaccurate. But these two mentions are in no way commensurate with how much I actually listen to him.
Once upon a time I used to review music albums and concerts on my blog.
I always enjoyed doing this because music is such an important part of my life. I only allow myself to watch TV/Netflix on weekends, but I listen to music all day every day.
I got away from blogging about music the further I progressed in my writing journey, centering most posts on that instead. This was especially the case after I reduced my blogging schedule from once a week to twice a month.
I’ve previously mentioned that between 60-70% of my music collection is music for studying or writing to.
In truth, it’s probably closer to 80-85%.
The reasons for this are obvious to me. I began collecting music in earnest when I first started having money of my own for some luxury items. This corresponded with my first entering university, which saw me spending the majority of my time outside of class studying and completing assignments.
I’ve always been drawn to, for lack of a better term, the darker side of Enya.
For almost 20 years, the Irish, New Age singer has enchanted the world with her lush, solo melodies – songs that celebrate the wonders of the natural and celestial worlds; the siren call of adventure; the strength of the human spirit in withstanding adversity; the thrumming heart of love in its myriad forms; and the wonder and mystery of God.
I admit to having been a total kill-joy last Monday, writing about Lent on St. Patrick’s Day.
This week’s post will make up for that.
Even though St. Paddy’s Day isn’t a significant event in my life (likely because usually I’m in the throes of Lent at the time), the mystique of Ireland was a powerful inspiration for me in the early days of my novel-in-progress.
Not because the story itself has anything to do with Ireland (it’s set in medieval England), but instead due to some of the books I was reading and music I was listening to at the time: two fabulous works whose recommendation is a far more pleasant St. Patrick’s Day greeting (however overdue) than my blathering on about giving up indulgences and society falling apart.