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Intended Canned Blog Kick-Off – CCR is for Road Trips

My apologies for abandoning you all this past month or so. I think I mentioned I was participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)? Hit it up to see how I faired through it.

Other than that, it's been job hunting (again - the last job was a temp) and hanging out with the family that's out here. Nothing terribly exciting on my mind except for a few Heroes-related rants, which I am currently compiling in my head into a blog to be posted soon. In the meantime, enjoy one of the blogs I intended to post last month, but never actually got around to!

CCR is for Road Trips

In honor of my first ever run into the world of canned bloggerdom for the sake of NaNoWriMo, and because music plays such a huge role in my writing process, it seemed appropriate to write a blog about a few of the songs that have special significance for me – the good, the bad, and the ugly. In no particular order, here we go (with links to music videos and such as befit illustration).

1. Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival

AKA – the soundtrack of the midnight hour on any road trip taking us outside of the great and beautiful state of Arizona. Seriously, every road trip I have ever taken with my family, CCR goes into the player. Dad's excuse was that it kept him awake. Even though I generally have trouble sleeping in vehicles of any kind, pop a CCR CD in or turn the radio or IPod on to them in the middle of the night, and I am a guaranteed goner.

2. Satan, Bite the Dust by Carman

First song I remember hearing on a Christian radio station. I don't know whether or not I should be thankful to my oldest sister for getting me started on the good, the bad, and the just plain awful Christian music that can be out there… but there you have it.

3. Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison

Thankfully, I'm here in Arizona, so Nita can't lay a hand on me for posting this!!! Hehe

When Nita was in kindergarten, and I was in second grade, there was this little kid who always sat in the front of the bus (usually behind the driver). Whenever Nita got on the bus, he'd start singing it to her. Drove her nuts, so of course you know what happened. Tina, Emily, and I would sing it to her mercilessly. Oliver, and Manda, too, when they got old enough to understand what was going on. For that reason alone, Nita hates the song, and every time someone mentions it, she started to cringe. Call me a horrible person if you must, but I do admit a certain amount of glee whenever she does… especially now, because her hubby knows about it too. When he gets a hold of something like that, it doesn't die. It goes on and on, kind of like the song that never ends.

4. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter

Yeah, uh – breakin' out the country a little, I know. Unfortunately for most people, country music was a huge staple of my musical diet growing up. You'll just have to deal.

As far as the song goes, the first time I remember hearing it was on a very ill-fated trip to Oklahoma City for Christmas my freshman year of high school. Ill fated for the vehicles we went in, that is. I would tell you all about it, but I would have to break out personal experience narrative essays from the rest of my high school in order to do it. What it has to do with anything was that we were finally driving through Austin at about midnight, and I was sitting in the front passenger seat of Uncle Johnny's van, when this song came on the radio. The song itself isn't terribly soothing… it's full of teenage angst and such. But the beat was comforting, and the past twenty-four hours had been uncomfortable, and unsettling. I stayed awake through it, but fell asleep shortly afterwards. Comfort song? Oh, yes.

Are there more? I think you all know the answer to that, but this is getting incredibly long, and I'd like to make sure I don't ruin your precious eyesight. See ya next time!


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