Summers here and its time to enjoy all that thumpthumpthump bass-heavy gubbins eminating from the local youths tricked up Astras.
I frequently despair about the lack of originality in the music choice of these dudes. I would hope the Afterword massive, cruising the local McDonalds drivethru would be accompanied by some Nick Drake, The Residents, Eskimo or a little early Van Morrison.
I remember on a road trip to the States, coming out of a screening of Buffy The Vampire Slayer and exiting the mall to the sounds of Carter USM doing The Impossible Dream or the 50th anniversary of the Mini, driving along Blackpool sea front with The Self Preservation Society blasting from our Minis cd player while we sang along with gusto.
I will actually purchase and then doff a cap to anyone who has this playing on their car stereo….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-2IIJ2YKGw
Cruisin,…..
Always ready to give a helping hand (hurrrr)
Thank you for your manipulations…..(hurrr)
Earbuds are a great thing. A few months ago there I was in the Food Hall of M & S… with I Am Kurious Oranj blasting through my brain. I think I may have ended up buying butternut squash.
Seriously, the thump-thump-thump of cars driven by baseball-becapped youths as been a cornerstone of British life now for a full 30 years. It’s OLLLLD. That’s all these wee tykes need to be told – “Your Dad used to do this!”. They’ll be pumping out the Brandenburg Concertos and Josef K in no time.
Bought a butternut squash.
Buy Kurious?
I have a bizarre and unpleasant fantasy, crashing at speed on a motorway, through no fault of my own, the car flipping over, resting on the carriage way but upside down. Me , strapped in, protected by the superior bodywork of my modern car, awaiting rescue. Meanwhile, the speakers continue to blare out some full on bagpipe techno………
When of course you should be playing Bowie’s Low
Or Warm Leatherette (either version)
I have always found it satisfying to pull up at the lights, wind the window down, and treat my fellow travellers to the joint onslaught of Breton bombarde and biniou. Cornemuse from the Auvergne is another favourite.
I call it education. And sorely needed. A service, no less.
There was another time, crawling back from Sidmouth up the Saturday M5, when four lads in a fiesta were giving it large, beats thundering across the Somerset Levels. I gave good reply with an a capella I Can Hew, projected across the three stationary lanes. They were surprised, it would be fair to say.
In cruising mode I listen to the cheesiest jazz fusion or Saxondale-quality trad rock. Like normal, really.
Mrs M, warily: What have you made for our tea?
Me: Er, I don’t quite know, I’m calling it… “Cheesey fusion!”
Mrs M: Great! *fires up JustEat on iPad*
‘Cruisin” – the first John McLaughlin composition on record!
I was listening to CD2 of Henry Saiz’ mix Natura Sonoris in the car yesterday – absolutely perfect set of pulses, beats and chords.