"Or the Creedence." I listen to a lot of music (again see=not being able to define who I am). For example in less than two weeks I've more than half filled my 20 gig Dell DJ, and I left out quite a few CD's. I gave up on most radio a few years ago. In the car I usually have on NPR (because I'm sercetly a 45 yr. old lesbian mother of two from New Hampshire) or the campus jazz station. I've more or less phased out music when driving these days. But sometimes the news is just too much to handle. That's when this comes in handy.

My Creedence tape. I recorded it a few years ago off an LP I have, so the sound is beautiful and grainy. It's got all the hits: Bad Moon Rising, Proud Mary, Looking Out My Back Door, and my personal favorite, Lodi. If you're not familiar with this song, get to know it. I became acquainted with it after a friend of mine in Lubbock came back from a summer out in California where he would pass the exit for Lodi everyday on the freeway. Sure it's just a ripoff of Cash's Folsom Prison Blues but where the narrator of Folsom is pissed off and depressed, in Lodi he's pissed off and melancholy: a much more interesting state of mind if you ask me.

So I recommend everyone get themselves a Creedence tape, or just a tape in general of their favorite music they don't listen to on a regular basis, to pull out when the rest of the audio world lets you down. I'd trade all my Ryan Adams, Jimmy Buffett, Lyle Lovett, and All Things Considered for this one poorly made cassette. (I recorded it over what must have been the Good Will Hunting soundtrack, b/c when Creedence ends Al Green very loudly busts in with How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?. It's quacktastic).

I don't know anyone that sells tapes anymore, except truckstops. So if anything, hey, another great excuse to stop at a truck stop.  ¶ 5/24/2005 01:58:00 PM