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I worked at a record store in the late 90s and the commute to Marlborough was about 50 miles--a good hour's worth of driving. This was a win-win, as not only was I on top of all the new releases with free promo copies, I was also listening to a lot of radio in the car. There was also a resurgence of my mixtape making. So yeah...qukte a bit of singing along in the car.
During that time I realized I could hit Thom Yorke's notes (though not with nearly as much grace), made up harmonies to songs that didn't have them, and paid serious attention to how certain songs I liked were written. I'd actually go on mini detours before and after work so I could listen to more music.
The song I equate most to these trips is Reel Big Fish's "Sell Out", a loud, raucous and extermely silly piece of ska punk that would have me pogoing behind the wheel every time. I still hear it from time to time, and yes, I still pogo to it. :-)
During that time I realized I could hit Thom Yorke's notes (though not with nearly as much grace), made up harmonies to songs that didn't have them, and paid serious attention to how certain songs I liked were written. I'd actually go on mini detours before and after work so I could listen to more music.
The song I equate most to these trips is Reel Big Fish's "Sell Out", a loud, raucous and extermely silly piece of ska punk that would have me pogoing behind the wheel every time. I still hear it from time to time, and yes, I still pogo to it. :-)
