I have all the ingredients for a successful road trip except money, a driver’s license, a car and a place to go to. But I know I’ll be listening to some kick-ass music. I have this mental list of bands that are going to be played in a car that I’ll undoubtedly give some whimsical name, like Lucille. Lucille and I will cruise the highways with nothing but the trusty old road in front and behind us. Meeting kooky characters on our way to God-knows-where. All the while listening to all the songs I imagined driving to.
Like Jack Nicholson’s character in As Good As It Gets I’ll have a CD for every occasion. For instance, The Black Keys will be playing on my way to buy crappy road trip food and the Kings Of Leon accompany me on my way to that crappy road trip fleabag motel. Hoowee, I can’t wait! I know that the reality of it could never be as great as I imagine. Public roadside bathrooms. Ew. And there’s a fine line between kooky character and mental hospital escapee. I can hold on to my shiny, happy ideas a little while longer, because the only thing I can do to a car right now is turn it into a big metal killing machine. So for the safety of, well, everyone, I’ll dream of that trip from the comfort of my home for now.
The latest addition to Tam’s ever growing Official Future Roadtrip Soundtrack is the band Two Gallants. The moment I heard them I could see myself passing long fields of wavy grain. And not just because they have a song called “Waves Of Grain”. Their tortured lyrics and the singer’s raw voice make me wish for the freedom of the open road. So join me on my imaginary journey and listen to Two Gallants’ “Las Cruces Jail”. Or buy or stream their latest excellent album What The Toll Tells over at Saddle Creek.
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