music and cars

Is it just me or do you feel like the next Australian Idol when you get behind the wheel as well? I’ve never been one to sing in the shower, my Yaris has much better acoustics.

My parents couldn’t play an instrument to save their lives (when would it?) but they LOVE music. And they played it loud. We had a very eclectic and extensive collection growing up, a 5 stacker CD player hooked up to a ridiculously large church speaker and 5 acres of wide, open spaces – entertainment for daysssssss.

The fun didn’t stop at home. Roadtrips were just another excuse to be obnoxiously loud and it didn’t matter how long or short the trip was, if you had to drive to get there – you got yourself some rehearsal time! A built in 6 stacker CD player meant that DJing was easy – especially if you had all the latest So Fresh albums. Singles were the devil!

These days we have Bluetooth and Spotify (there truly is a God) and there is no need to lug around 5364844747 of those CD wallet cases or worry about your friends shoving CD’s in your glove box or back in the sleeves of the wallet case shiny. sides. together. Mum is going to kill you! Scratched CD’s = the devil (devil = Mum).

Bad song choices are still a worry though – nothing worse (ok, that’s a bit dramatic but it is pretty bad) than when a friend jumps in your car, assumes the role of DJ and makes a crappy song choice disregarding all of those playlists with funky names like “Get It Poppin” and “Haus of Funk” that you spent hours creating to avoid situations like this. Consider the next 3 minutes (atleast) of your life, wasted.

The ultimate worst though (not being the slightest bit dramatic here) would have to be those riders that turn the music down to tell you a story – unless you’re about to tell me that Liam actually dumped Miley to wife ME – save it. Don’t even think about turning that shit down. Save it, have another think about it – is it really a good story? Is it worth pausing our date with Lady Gaga for?

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