I’m participating in the Scintilla Project for the next two weeks. Today’s prompt is
Talk about a time when you were in the car driving and you sang, all alone. Why do you remember that song and that stretch of road?
Sometime between my second & third summer in Mississippi, I bought the Cure’s Greatest Hits cd. I’m not sure why, but that cd was the prefect road trip cd for me.
Those were also the days when I was driving Long stretches by myself. I’d leave Reno at 6:00 on a Saturday morning and arrive in Hattiesburg at 6:00 on a Sunday night. Driving across Arizona, New Mexico, & Texas requires some concentration and some good music. Those songs from the Cure seemed to help me make it through.
To be honest, I’m not sure why those particular songs were so great for driving. Some of them like “Friday I’m in Love” were obviously perfect for belting out at the top of your lungs, but some of them were moodier and too dark for driving. There was something about those 18 songs…their order, the way they worked together, all of it…that made it an incredible soundtrack for driving.
…and there were some terrible stretches that definitely needed some inspiration. That long piece after you leave Amarillo and are making your way East is a god-forsaken stretch of highway. You’re in the middle of nowhere and there’s nothing as far as the eye can see for miles and miles and miles.
The songs on that particular CD were ones I didn’t mind having on repeat deep into the middle of the night as I was racing towards daylight and Dallas.