Well, hi. Hello! It’s been a while. I hope you had a good time with E. Isn't he a great host? In the meantime, we’ve got some catching up to do.
What I Did On My Summer Vacation:
Drove. A lot. Over 1,600 miles, to be exact. I also took trains, buses and light rails in lots of cities and states. I attended two separate family vacations in two idyllic northern locales. I ate lobster and almost swam to Canada. That pretty much sums it up.
I’ve always had a bit of an odd penchant for long solo roadtrips, which has only been made more palpable by living a largely carless life in NYC. Ever since an ex trained me to drive for ungodly stretches of time (over ungodly stretches of highway at ungodly speeds), I’ve been a little hooked. I’m one of those annoying “time-beater” types. “Oh, this is supposed to take 10 hours. I’m going to do it in 8.”
To me, the best part of a solo summer roadtrip is complete control over the music selection. There’s nothing better than singing along at the top of your lungs, completely out of tune, with whatever you’ve decided to play.
This song is the ultimate love song to both these things. It’s about the wonder and adventure of the road and the complete devotion to the soundtrack that accompanies it. It’s about these things intertwining in a magical way.
I, however, am not in love with Massachusetts. On the contrary, it ranks high on my list of least favorite states. Sorry, Jonathan Richman.
I’m in love with the radio on.
It helps me from being alone late at night.
It helps me from being lonely late at night.
I don’t feel so bad now in the car,
Don’t feel so alone with the radio on,
Like a roadrunner.
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick.
Suburban trees, suburban speed ,
And it smells like heaven.
I say roadrunner once,
I'm in love with rock and roll and I'll be out all night!
Going faster miles an hour.