Southbound shuffle

Yesterday was all about hearing things (exhibit A; exhibit B) I didn't want to hear. So I threw up my hands and Headed to An Undisclosed Location.

On the way there, driving through the Central Valley without a mix CD or an MP3 player, I heard hours and hours of soul (Tower of Power's grand, horn-glowing, ego-and-circumstance pity-parade "So Very Hard to Go" and the Temptations' Norman-Whitfield-is-a-visionary, where's-the-foxtrottin'-Motown-Remixed-version-of, let's-see-Greil-Marcus-turn-THIS-into-a-book "Papa Was A Rolling Stone"), country (Tanya Tucker's funny "It's A Little Too Late" and Joe Diffie's funnier "Third Stone From the Sun"), Spanish-language (Julieta Venegas' "Eres Para Mi") and classic rock music (Bachman-Turner Overdrive's big-beat-evergreens "Takin' Care of Business" and "You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet") on my car radio.

It helped my mood tremendously, especially the country music (on my mind several times since a few years ago) after Stanley Fish blogged about his drive north from Florida with nothin' but the radio on.

One thought on “Southbound shuffle

  1. Music can be so helpful.

    RE: Exhibit A. ((HUG))
    RE: Exhibit B. Hello, it’s called impeachment, people. Come on! It’ll be fun!

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