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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.

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  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!