its summertime, lots of roadtrips.
you need music that accentuates the ride, and also keeps you awake.
its been awhile for me -- but i was always a fan of Screaming blue Messiahs for driving music.
but for driving around town upstate, i usually have something like Nightmares on Wax or Kruder & dorfmeister, because its got a groove and the lyrics are almost non existent.
my favorite song for late night driving is Pale Green Ghosts by John Grant.
there are dozens of remixes and they all make it that much more spooky.
the song feels like its achieves its opening lyric:
"Back then I often found myself
Driving on the road at night,
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean."
listen to this song, and you'll wish you were driving
what do you find to be your best road trip music and why?
Cant just be your favorite music - has to be what makes driving more enjoyable
(especially at night)
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“Nevermore!”
We were waiting to see ‘Old Faithfull’. I was about to walk by this Raven sitting on a lamppost. I expected it to fly a way. He just looked at me and made a guttural call. I responded with
“Well hello Mr. Raven, may I take your picture?”
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The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “
“'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt ...
