it reminds me of my aunt (who is, by all definitions, a fucking moron) because she used to subject me to shit music like that as a child. complete opposite of my mother. things like this i don't really care to remember.

Yeah, unfortunately it somehow makes its way into the CD well for our long car trips. I endure by staring at the white line and letting my mind wander to its safe place.

good thing i've mastered the art of spacing the fuck out.

Well, here's some shit you'd have to space out to if you were in our car:

Sheryl Crow. I kid you not.

Nancy Griffith.

NRBQ.

My wife is a hopeless case. She used to play Revolution #9 and Plastic Ono Band when we dated. I think it was all a ruse.

^I'm sorry to hear that, man.

We do have some common ground with the Man in Black, however. Folsom Prison Blues is always a good one for the road.

It makes for some damn long car trips. Once in a while I get to slip in some Stones. Cash, too.

Can't go wrong with that.

Lucinda Williams. I actually like her quite a bit, even though she's not on my heavy rotation list ever.