Drivetime Music Synchronicity

Got my Eagles compillation in the car CD player during the morning commute.

Irony: Stuck in a traffic jam while "Life in the Fast Lane" plays.

Beauty: Cresting a hill to see a gorgeous sunrise as "Tequila Sunrise" plays.

Silliness: Getting tired of listening to the Eagles and turning on the local rock station just as they start "Hotel California."



Sometimes the universe in all in tune with itself.

I have a "Saturday Morning" album--a bunch of 90s bands covering cartoon themes--in my car. And it is guaranteed that if "Speed Racer" comes on, all traffic will stop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fienZZZyhzg

The Eagles are on the radio WAY too fucking much.

Even better . . . ya ever been singing a song to yourself, turn on the radio, and that's the song they're playing?

That's just weird when that happens.

Happens to me all the fucking time. With TV, too.

I choose to believe we're evolving towards receiving electronic signals directly with our brains.

Well, the signal is out there, going into our bodies. And our brain receives electronic signals. Just generally through our central nervous system, not through the air. ...

First, I should neg Forbin for having an Eagles compilation record.

Second, I was heading to my little brother's wrestling tournament back in college. Moving at a nice clip, bout 90, when I pass a 1993 red Eagle Talon. This is memorable because it was the exact car I was driving at the time. He must've taken some offense because seconds later he blew by me like I was sitting still. It was at that time that NIN's Perfect Drug came on the stereo. As we leap frogged back and forth, sometimes getting up to 110+ mph, the planets aligned and the other stations in the area played that song, consecutively. We kept this up for forty miles or so, until we parted ways.

I remember walking into the gym, and my mother, who knew what time I got off work, looked at her watch, gave me a look and said, "I don't want to know."

On a related note it's amazing any of us live past 21.

"Perfect Drug" saddens me.

NIN used to be good.

Define the good NIN, everything but Broken has been pretty good.

IMSO!

Around here it's the Stones. I got nothing against them, but every time I turn on the car radio, they're either on, or being announced "right after THIS...." Change to the oldies station and they're on there too! ENOUGH all ready!!!!!

And it's always the same songs!

Play "Midnight Rambler" or "Some Girls" sometimes for Christ's sake!!!


It's why I almost never listen to mainstream radio any more.

I hate classic rock now since it's about all that gets played at work. It's the same sad playlist day in and day out without the slightest hope for anything new.

How can people live like that? If I'm still listening to the same music 20 years from now someone better shoot me in the face.

And unfortunately it's spreading. The local alt rock station has become so adverse to playing new music it's practically fossilized. Once I kept track for around an hour and they didn't play a song that was newer than two years old.

Sirius baby!


Oh, and Forbin, the burden of proof is on you to prove the Eagles aren't the suck.

Um. I like them.

IS there any new good music? All I seem to hear when I switch to the current-hits station is whiney boys. I think the last new artist who grabbed me was Michelle Branch.

Broken is the only one I currently own. I'd consider the collection more or less complete if I added Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral.

Maybe you're switiching to the wrong station. Oh, and not being able to find good new music doesn't disprove my statement about the eagles.

I enjoy when a song (or better still, a commercial) is on two stations at once, with a half second or so time difference. Then you can switch back and forth between stations for a nifty deja vu' effect. (This is good with television as well.)

Whatchoo got out there in the cornfields? Roy Clark?

Actually, I have Sirius.

There's C&W stations on Sirius?

Actually, Sirius has the finest country station in existance.

I wouldn't dismiss country as an Eagles fan, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery ya know...

This statement is in error. There is no such thing as "too much" of the Eagles on the radio.

The two or three times I hear Hotel California a day is definitely "too much."

As some of you may or may not know, the speed limit for big trucks in Ohio is 55mph on the interstate while regular four-wheelers can go 65mph. We found a way around that and I remembered the first time I experienced it.

I was in a cab-over International with about 40,000lbs of Marvel comic books on. I crossed over into Ohio on I-70 from Pennsylvania and all the trucks had to lock it down to comply with the speed limit and go through the weigh station. This meant that there was a steady stream of trucks merging back into the right lane coming out of the weigh station.

It also meant that you could drop the hammer. You'd shit and git up through the gears as fast as you could and fifteen or twenty of you would run along at 70-75mph and there wasn't a damn thing the Ohio State Police would do.

Who where they gonna stop? By the time the last truck in line got to the Trooper word would have gone out and everyone would have slowed down. We knew this. They knew this. It worked out nicely and we ran in huge packs, yackin' back and forth over our CB's.

But I digress. I heard the call go out over the CB from a guy that drove for the same company I did so I started comin' up through the gears like greased lightin'. At the exact moment I hit the selector switch to go from low range to high range Dave Dudley's "Six Days on the Road" came over the radio.

I like the Eagles.

Oh, I agree a lot of their stuff is borderline country. But it's a border I cannot cross without an excess of vomiting.

Hotel California saved my life. When I was a teenager listing to AM top-40 in the 70s (didn't even know what FM was until art school), the only new music they were playing was disco. I lived for the occasional 60s classic they'd stick in between the Richie Family and BeeGees. Then all of a sudden Hotel california came out, went top-40, and I was saved!

Bands with singing drummers the suck. It's chiseled in stone in the Halls of Rock.

Only the Beatles overriding coolness factor let them survive the Ringo experiments.