Vero Beach, Florida
Today is the longest day of the year! Today is my saddest day of the year.
Tomorrow will be shorter than today, the next day will be another teeny bit shorter. Pretty soon it will be December and I will be driving five-to-eight hours in the dark depending on the time zone!
Greg says: Tough! I drive at night all the time!
The long days are glorious. My Schneider Million Miler, Willie was right. In the summer you feel like you can drive forever, that the road is open and calling. That you answer to no one. That you are FREE.
Almost everywhere, within minutes of starting my shift there is light in the sky. The run rises quickly. The heat is on. My trucker arm (the left one) is becoming a mahogany brown.
Yesterday was a particularly fabulous drive out of Columbus, Ohio bound for Miami, Florida. The music made it wonderful. I made my own mixed tape – first time ever. With the iPad, Greg bought a monthly subscription to Rhapsody, a music download service for $14 a month. Download as much music as you want, and keep the playlists as soon as the bill is paid.
This is my first mixed tape – ever. True. It was exhilarating and as I was listening – slaloming through the Atlanta, Georgia traffic on the I-285 Bypass, shushing neatly from one lane to the other and back as the Sunday traffic zipped around me merging in and out – disheartening too.
Years ago, maybe 20 years ago, at a party where the topic of music taste came up, a friend announced that Top 40 music “appeals to the lowest common denominator.” At the time I thought it a little harsh, but as you an see I’ve never forgotten that observation.
Listening to my mixed tape, all the music that I picked, not Greg, that I painstakingly selected and I realized – oh my gosh, I belong to the lowest common denominator.
My songs were almost all Top 40, mainstream and country starting with the first song I remember, My Love by Petula Clark – everyone else was getting Beatles records when I was a Tween and my dad bought me a Petula Clark album. The Monkees Daydream Believer. Terry Jacks and Seasons in the Sun, Carly Simon and You’re So Vain, Willie Nelson and Pancho and Lefty, Neil Diamond, Cyndi Lauper and the list goes onto until the early 90s when I co-incidentally I met Greg and all the music becomes his, not a Top 40 among them, such as the Proclaimers, Enya and Shakira.
It’s my music and I love it.