‘Beautiful swaying voices took me to vast forests’
Once a week I host a writer who uses music as part of their creative process – perhaps to open a secret channel to understand a character, populate a mysterious place, or explore the depths in a pivotal moment. This week’s guest is multi-award-winning children’s fantasy author Susan Price @priceclan
Soundtrack by Pavel Chesnokov, the Cantus Sacred Music Ensemble, The Orthodox Singers’ Male Choir, June Tabor, Steeleye Span, Orlando Gibbons, the King’s Singers, Pierrot Lunaire, Jan Garbarek, Jan Garbarek and the Hilliard Ensemble, Tim Wong, Benjamin Britten
Music doesn’t help me understand my characters, or set the mood for a particular scene. I don’t need, for instance, martial music to write a martial scene. Instead, for me, the music seems to set the atmosphere, or time-frame, of the whole book. I can’t write a scene set in the past to poppy dance-music, because the music insistently reminds me of my own time and drags me back to it. I find it equally hard to write contemporary scenes while listening to music from the past. If Mozart is playing, my characters shrug off their jeans and trainers and slip into knee-britches and powdered wigs.
My Ghost World sequence (Ghost Drum, Ghost Song and Ghost Dance) is set in a fantasy Czarist Russia. I wanted these books to be fantastical, frightening and beautiful, with the brilliant jewel colours of Russian folk-art set against intense darkness and cold. While writing them I surrounded myself with postcards of Russian art, and played chants like this one on repeat.
The beautiful swaying voices, with their deep, dark bass notes took me into the vast, dark pine forests of Russian folk-tale, to Northern darkness and cold. Listening again, as I write this blog, I feel the visceral thrill and shiver this music always gives me.
The music and art served the same purpose: bringing together and concentrating all my disparate imaginings. Looking at a Bilibin forest, listening to an Orthodox chant, I was there, in my imagination’s world. This piece, with the Basso Profundo, sounds like the Russian Bear singing.
Past, present and Borders
It is always time and place with me. My Sterkarm novels have scenes set both in the past and in the 21st Century, but the heart of the novels, for me, were the scenes in the 16th century Scottish borders. I read about the reivers and their way of life, I visited the Borders, but to bring it all together and put me there, I played Border Ballads, which I’ve loved since a teenager. Here’s the wonderful June Tabor with her thrilling Clerk Sanders. The final, long-drawn note always raises my hair. It rings like a glass. It’s all there – love, hatred, jealousy, horror, revenge.
I listened to Steeleye Span a lot too. Even though they used electric instruments, I always felt they captured the spirit of many of these old songs better than many who tried too hard to be strictly traditional. Here’s their Wife of Usher’s Well, a tale of life, death, ghosts and maternal love.
Hits of the 16th
I wrote Christopher Uptake, set in the 16th century, to the smash hits of Christopher’s day, such as The Silver Swan, sung here by the King’s Singers. (And its closing couplet, ‘More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise,’ seems appropriate for Christopher too.)
Poor old Keats reviewed plays in order to get a free pass to theatres so he could hear the playing of professional musicians. We’re spoiled today – we can hear excellent musicians any time we casually turn on the radio. Not only musicians of our own day either, but those long dead, and music played in the style of centuries past.
The far future
But what to play when writing something set in the far future, such as my Odin’s Voice trilogy? I found myself seeking out music that, to me, sounded strange and futuristic, and helped me expand my ideas to include all the weird and wonderful possibilities of nano-technology and space-elevators. More musically educated people might find my choices rather old-fashioned, but they worked for me.
First is Moonstruck Pieirrot, or Pierrot Lunaire. ‘What the hell did I just listen to?’ asks a YouTube commentator. I can’t say that I love it, but it’s extraordinary. I remember first hearing it. I was vacuuming during the early hours, while half-listening to the Open University’s educational programmes. This began, and I switched off the vacumn to hear it. I remained on one leg, spellbound, throughout. Didn’t like it, exactly, but couldn’t stop listening.
I am fonder of this by Jan Gabarek and the Hilliard Ensemble. I find it chill, eerie, beautiful and strange – but instead of evoking deep, dark forests, it evokes, for me, the vast dark emptiness of space and the future, where who knows what might be possible? Oberon’s song from Britten’s Midsummer’s Night Dream has the same effect on me. It may have been written in the 20th century, as Britten’s response to Shakespeare’s 16th century play, but its eerie otherworldliness, for me, suggests space – perhaps the music of the spheres?
In 1973, Susan Price‘s father signed a contract with Faber for her first book, The Devil’s Piper. She was under-age, at 16, and couldn’t legally sign it herself. She has earned her living by writing and lecturing ever since. Her best known books are The Ghost Drum, which won the Carnegie Medal, and is available as an e-book, and The Sterkarm Handshake, which won the Guardian prize. She has a blog and is also a founder member of the group Do Authors Dream of Electric Books (aka Authors Electric), and she tweets as @priceclan.
A wonderful sense of an eclectic’s mix of musical inspiration. The basso profundo had the all the ice and a shiver of Russia that I doubt anything else could match. Those Russians take the prize for deep heartfelt tragic snow-swept History that makes other European suffering almost trivial. Is it their positive celebration of deeper winters, darker skies do you think? Loved the book cover too…gifted success obviously…Thanks for inviting Susan, Roz., and the opening up of music one otherwise might never find.
Hi Philippa! It’s such a rich Soundtrack post, isn’t it? As I was cueing it up and listening to the pieces I was thoroughly transported. I think when the Russian bear started singing (and what a fab description) I actually gasped. Susan’s given us a real treat here.
Thank you for your comments, Phillipa and Roz. I’m thrilled that others have enjoyed this music as much as I do.
Hi Susan, not only do I love the Russian bear and the chants, but I love your descriptions of them: “The beautiful swaying voices, with their deep, dark bass notes took me into the vast, dark pine forests of Russian folk-tale, to Northern darkness and cold.”
I, too, was mesmerized by Moonstruck Pieirrot, but I happened to really like it. 😉 It reminded me of performance art in my college days. I also like the image of you on one leg, not just because it’s fun to envision, 🙂 but because I think there’s some Jungian collective unconscious experiential thing going on there: where music strikes both cord and chord that travels in phase with something inside us and neutralizes the usual thought patterns, but in an alert way. For me, I end up in this ineffable moment of appreciation that spans time. I simply get lost. Isn’t that a great place to be: balancing on the brink of appreciation, inspiration, and the next great idea?
I’ve enjoyed this essay, Susan, thanks for sharing! And thanks, Roz, for yet another inspirational guest!
Hi Terre!
This is a terrific Undercover Soundtrack piece, isn’t it? Susan’s descriptions are every bit as beguiling as the music choices.
And I well understand what you mean by the way music can put us in a sense of stasis. It’s as if it grabs a thought or a moment and keeps returning it to us – so we can examine, experience, puzzle… and possibly create.
Thanks, as always, for your thoughtful comments.
Thank you again, everyone! – Terre, thank you for making me think again about my own words! I think you have something there. I do remember coming out of something like a trance and realising – with amusement – that I’d been standing on one foot, with the other foot on the vacumn switch, for quite a while! I’d become so caught up in the strangeness of Pierrott that I forgot about myself. The lateness – or earliness – of the hour may have had something to do with it too!