Because I'm old like that, I have only just discovered Pandora Radio online. I can now torture my children to the Beatles and Green Day while they wiggle to Lady Gaga in the next room and tell me I'm a fogey. I need to work with them on their insults. Fogey? Really? I think I'm raising the Golden Girls sometimes.
However, while I'm writing, I need the silence of death in order to concentrate. No easy task with five noisy kids and a husband who believes my one joy in life is making him a sandwich and listening to him burp (do they ever outgrow this?). Coffeeshops have banned me because of the aforementioned kids and a nasty incident involving a Macchiato. Who knew a boatload of caffeine and sugar would give a kid an adverse reaction? ;) Anywho, there are legions of writers that cannot emit an emotion without a plethora of songs they've lovingly downloaded onto their iPod. What's your soundtrack?
(Okay, I caught myself singing along to Daytripper just now. I couldn't figure out where the off-key note was coming from, thinking to myself Paul's hitting the booze again - then realized it was me. Maybe my kids have a point. )
How do you make Lady Gaga cry?