June 25, 2007

Reflections on the Drive

God, are you there? It's me, Natasha. And I'd just like to say that if you are, I think you deserve way better tributes than the majestic tedium known as Christian so-called rock.

I had cause to listen to way too much of this stuff while flipping channels on the drive through Illinois (I recommend taking a bathroom break before hitting Chicago), Indiana (a series of indistinguishable service plazas were invaluable nighttime napping points), Ohio (see: Indiana), Pennsylvania (gorgeous mountain views) and Maryland (sorry, I blinked) to DC. Really, any of it is way too much.

But consider a song like "Highway to Hell," by ACDC. It played twice during my trip, different radio stations and states. Let me tell you, hearing that song twice in one night led me to reflect on my life far more than pablum about the purity of the godhead. Though I determined that no, I was just headed to DC. For now.

And, btw, I have a public service announcement for the people at ONDCP regarding the don't-do-drugs ads you're targeting to midwestern kids: Yes, kids go through phases where they copy other kids or go along with things they don't like. But this, more or less, 'I don't have to pretend that I like indie rock anymore,' was just a dumb finish. I could elaborate, but the stylistic arguments would likely be lost on you. So I'll rely on sarcasm, instead ...

Telling kids that their favorite music sucks always works to get them to pay attention to you.

Posted by natasha at June 25, 2007 09:07 PM | Random Mumblings | Technorati links |
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