Some of you probably know that I'm on a road trip with a friend of mine and the name road trip definitely lives up to its name - we'll be driving over 13 000 kilometers (8 000 miles) in 40 days. Among many other things important for a road trip is music and I'm definitely a music buff. If I HAD TO choose, I'd rather go blind then deff, so it was a given I'll take care of the music, which I did. With me I took 48 CDs, mostly filled with mp3 files.
A good portion of those 48 CDs has full albums of various bands and artists and I'll just list a few of the most random ones. We have the Police, the Roots, Elevators, Bob Marley, Guano Apes, Manu Chao, U2, Klemen Klemen, Santana, Thievery Corporation, Lenny Kravitz, Ali En, Massive Attack, Magnifico, the Allman Brothers Band and Outcast for example, plus a whole lot of sets by Alex Mar, Richie Hawtin, Tomy DeClerque, Sven Vath, Dubfire, Dosem, Ian F, Sasha, Paco Osuna, Matador, Pascal Feos, Egbert, Chris Liebing, Barem - the list really goes on and on. Of course all of this apparently isn't good enough for my travel companion since yesterday while she was going through the CDs, she looked at me and asked: "Did you bring anything by Eagles??" Is this a joke? I brought 48 CDs, what more do you want from me, woman?? "No. I didn't bring anything by Eagles."
Besides CDs with full albums, there's also a bunch of compilations with extra stupid and random titles, which made sense only when the pen hit the CD. For example: Don't Pop My Heart, A Little Bit of Everything, Compilation, Mix 2, etc. While driving around L.A., we were listening to one of the compilation CDs and after several tracks by Joris Voorn, Tiefscwharz, Funk D'Void, Ilario Alicante and other DJs alike, this song by Britney Spears came on. Veronika looked at me like I had green skin and huge tenticles coming out of my head. I did the most horrible and logical thing I could think of under pressure - I said: "I just put some tracks I found in my boyfriend's music folder on a CD, that's not mine." Since we were driving to Beverly Hills, the track seemed fitting so we turned up the volume - when in Rome. "One, two, three, something something CAUGHT INBETWEEN!"
Despite the vast and diverse array of music, though, one gets fed up with everything, turns on the radio and finds out that the stupidity of radio advertising transcends national borders. "You know the feeling when your kids are still asleep on a Saturday morning and you want to enjoy yourself and sleep in, but you can't because you don't have any blinds? Well, they saved that problem for me at Mega Blinds. But they didn't just saved my life, they also saved me $90! Mega Blinds! Call 0800-ICANTBELIEVESOMEONEGOTPAIDTOCOMEUPWITHTHIS for Mega Blinds! Mega Blinds, they'll save your life - they did mine." Shoot me.
When listening to the radio, radio commercials aren't the only thing you hear for the first time. If you're like me and you've been apparently living under a rock, you'll hear a bunch of songs for the first time, like this one. The chorus came on, Veronika was singing along and I had to ask: "Is she singing 'I am a dirty whore'??" Apparently she's not but it sounds a lot like it, so that's what I was singing (screaming) from the top of my lungs. In that moment, I reached for the bottle of Pepsi and since I'm not too keen on bubbles, I shook it to get them out. Unfortunately, I didn't know the bottle wasn't properly closed and stupid red bubbles started squirting and geysering everywhere. After seconds of wrestling with the bottle, I have successfully screwed the screw back on and looked around the car to see the aftermath. Pepsi was dripping off of everything and both of us, so I just screamed on: "I am a dirty whoooooreeee!"
|We took a swim in the lake (Horsethief) and had the best possible company.|
|Keystone. Stuck in time.|
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