As I mentioned on twitter the other day I am in the process of sifting through the 4156 songs in my iTunes to come up with the perfect road trip play list for the big move down 1-5. About 1/4 of these songs are Doc's crappy Emo bands so I don't have to worry about them but sifting through my music is hard. I would just say screw it and put about 2000 songs on my iPod but I remember what a pain it was when we drove from NC to WA to find stations to use for my iPod. Unfortunately for me my 2007 Santa Fe does not have an AC port on the stereo. I think they started doing that in the next model. I had to convert my music from the purchased ACC format that you get from iTunes to MP3 so I can make disks. To do that I had to burn audio disks and then reupload the music to my computer.
That was a huge pain, I bought the music I should be able to keep it in whatever format I want! I'm starting to miss CDs.
Since doing that I made a play list of all the songs I love and think I want to hear on the drive. After carefully choosing there were still 450 songs, more than I would need if that was all I listened to.
Here's where I get weird.
I have a tendency to personalize things, it started when I was a kid - I made sure to chew the same amount on both sides of my mouth so one side wouldn't get jealous. I had to play with all of my dolls the same amount so non would feel left out...I thought I grew out of this. I am now feeling guilty for removing songs from my road trip list because I'm afraid they will think I don't love to listen to them. By keeping Dreamlover and ditching While My Guitar Gently Weeps what am I saying about myself? It's not that I like that song better, it's not even close but when I've been in the car for 2 days am I going to want to be lulled to sleep by The Beatles or will I want to dance in my chair and sing along with poppy crap?
So there it is, my driving music choices are a little off. Luckily TC isn't to the point of understanding and repeating songs so I'm free to keep Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced by my beloved Dropkick Murphys without an issue. I know that it will start to play just as I am losing my steam and will keep me going.
I will have to coddle the Bob Dylan, Beatles, Gavin DeGraw songs that didn't make the cut when we get there. I hope they understand that just because I was bobbing my head to The Thong Song I was, by no means, choosing Sisqo over them.
And on a related note, as I drove to Target today sans child I enjoyed the opportunity to have my windows down and radio up. Maybe a little too high up but I miss loud music! (But no, I am not a crazy bass thumping person, I drive a Hyundai with a factory stereo.) While stopped at a light I got a few strange looks, I guess people weren't expecting Nirvana's Slither to be coming out of the mom mobile with the car seat in the back. I make no apologies, I love my time alone in my car and will continue to enjoy (reasonably) loud (curse free) music when I get the chance. Just as the smoker has the right to pollute my air with her nasty cancer stick I have the right to enjoy some tunes - the difference being that a little O.A.R. wont give you cancer.