Thanks to my daughter’s now-regular Spring Break visit to see gramma in Phoenix, I spent this weekend on a road trip of sorts. Of course, it started with a bit of conflict (as such trips always seem to) when mockery was made of my habit for traveling music: Plug in my phone, kick on the MP3 player and bask in the 30 or so hours of hand-picked farm-to-table organic music that I keep for just such an emergency. Originally curated for long hours spent in a store room with boxes of comic books, my collection has a little something for everyone, including a ton of Rush to appease my wife, Weird Al’s entire catalogue for the child and Eddie Izzard’s entire ‘Dressed To Kill’ special, because nothing is funnier than standup in French. Of course, I get that not everybody wants to be able to transition from Edge’s entrance music to the musical episode of ‘Scrubs’ to a 1968 Mike Nesmith B-side, leading us to today’s road-tested query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) thinks that three adults, one of whom is a very fat man, plus a six foot tall teenager should not try to sleep in a room with two double beds and one stiff chair, asking: What makes for your very favorite traveling music of all?
Melissa Etheridge—Yes I Am
This is just off the top of my head.
Sisters of Mercy: Driven Like the Snow
It depends who I am traveling with (since I can’t do it alone as I don’t drive due to medical reasons), but the vast majority of my answers involve rock from the 70’s and 80’s, with a little more recent stuff peppered among it.
If I’m with my brother, however, it is usually Weird Al.
Trick question: If I am traveling a long distance, I don’t want music, I want an audiobook. (or at least a choice selection of new [to me] podcast episodes…)