In chronological order, a sampling of music that graced our ears on our magnificent journey East:
“Smells Like Teen Spirit” Nirvana
Necessary when driving in/around Seattle.
“Priase You” Fatboy Slim:
“Chunk Up The Deuce” Paul Wall
“Rave On” M. Ward (A great story/conversation here; but it’s one you won’t hear. I’m sorry.)
An observation/experience (of sorts) I can relate to this song. This is an “everything’s OK song.” They’re not uncommon: for whatever reason, they’re songs with a melody, a feeling that gently gathers all the ire and discontent laying around and hides it, if only for a few moments. Not incidentally, it usually has nothing to do with the lyrics. For me, it will always be associated with a specific conversation about times Before, about growing to see things in life few recognize, let along understand—about the stinging nostalgia of visceral emotions few know exist, let alone feel.
Intense? Sure. But that’s how you do eastern Washington in the dark.