Listening would probably distract me... maybe not. Here's some music I wrote into Chapter 5 last night:
Holding the glass stem to his lips he inhaled the thick-milky vapor and felt the heat flow into his chest. He set the pipe down, slumped back into the chair and held the fumes letting them chew deep into the guts of his lungs. Exhaling, he rolled his eye-balls back and forth and felt the meth flush into his brain. After several minutes of absorbing the chemical’s virility, he moved his tongue across his lower lip, tapping here and there as if it were a slick keyboard and listened to its music. Gotta find red’s house.
Now: Don't run out and buy methamphetamine!!! -TL