I have a “sad gurl” playlist that has all these songs in it:
Bucket 1.
Stolen Dance - Milky Chance
Riptide - Vance Joy
Midnight City - M83**
Young Folks - Peter Bjorn and John
What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club
This Is The Life - Two Door Cinema Club
Love Me - The 1975
Float On - Modest Mouse
Bucket 2.
Keep the Wolves Away - Uncle Lucius
The Wolves (Act I and II) - Bon Iver**
Somebody Else - The 1975
Wait - M83
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Space Song - Beach House
Wash - Bon Iver
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
Bucket 3.
What Kind of Man - Florence & The Machine
Head Like A Hole - Nine Inch Nails
Take Me To Church - Hozier
Drown - Bring Me The Horizon**
Jungle - X Ambassadors
Sail - Awolnation
Bucket 4
Tongue Tied - Group Love
Safe & Sound - Capital Cities
Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood
Renegades - X Ambassadors
Chocolate - The 1975**
Shut Up and Dance - Walk The Moon
Pompeii - Bastille
It’s Time - Imagine Dragons
Bucket 5
Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov**
The Walker - Fitz and The Tantrums
The Sound - The 1975
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People (catchy but dark theme I know)
Home - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Paradise - Coldplay
Now I know I said I would go pop, but I did indie pop/indie rock with a mix of alternative. Heavy set in 2010-2015. I’ve listened to a lot of these songs later on especially during my college days. I’ve always been drawn to the alternative side of music. So here goes my list! Also I put “**” beside the song I most likely would listen to most on each segment
I have songs from all different genres from road trips in my past. Sometimes entire albums. Each song/album takes me back to a specific trip. When my son and I drove to Chicago in 2019 for his college orientation, he played music I'd never heard before. Now when I hear those songs (like Willow's "Wait a Minute" and Snail Mail's "Pristine" and Hand Made House's "In Bloom", "Would've been you" by Sombr, "drunk II" by Mannequin Pussy, "Best to You" by Blood Orange and "Moments" by Jabs) I immediately see corn fields, windmills and other sights we saw along the way. Open roads, infinite fields, hopes and dreams for whatever he was going to experience there. He loves dreamy ethereal beats. So whenever I hear that vibe, I think of our drive to Chicago when he moved away from home for the first time. I have them all saved in a playlist, and he adds to them. I love how he acknowledges how that music makes me feel.
You Can Call Me Al, Paul Simon - no idea what this song is actually about, but it's so much fun.
Blinding Lights, The Weeknd - just love the feeling it gives me
Beautiful Things, Benson Boone - only recently discovered this and I could listen on repeat forever
Bucket 2 -
People Help the People, Birdie - sad, but a little hopeful
Another Love, Tim Odell - I could relate to this from the exhaustion of my ex relationship, and even though it's not the case now, the song is still a go to for singing when I'm in a bleurgh kinda mood
Bucket 3 - I don't have any angry songs, off the top of my head
Bucket 4 -
Livin' La Vida Loca, Ricky Martin - because who doesn't love this really? It's too much fun.
Bucket 5 - listen, my kiddo only wants to listen to the Postman Pat theme tune. On repeat. Until our brains drip out of our ears.....
This is the one for driving under no circumstances unless it is for the purpose of divine providence. It is the literal soundtrack of the gods, as provided by their absurdly miraculous moments of truth and understanding.
It needs no further introduction, but the first track as you build the rest independently probably begins with Dorset Perception - Shpongle - Tales of the Inexpressible (2001).mp3
As the gods may have it, proof is reserved for their domain. We are to have faith and evidence instead.
What do you think of Owl City, Nahg? I'm a longtime fan (since 2008!) and if I could only pick one artist to listen to for the rest of my life it would be him. The blend of nostalgia, lyricism, and overlooked talent is insane.
Probably Ocean Eyes. Songs like Bird and the Worm, Cave In, and Umbrella Beach are sing at the top of my lungs kinda tunes. Oh--and Fireflies.
.
2. Sad/Heavy/Alone
Definitely Mobile Orchestra. This Isn't the End, My Everything, and You're Not Alone are go-to's when I have a heavy heart.
.
3. Angry/Powered Up
This one is a little more difficult, because I don't get angry often, but Midsummer Station has some upbeat, more intense songs for these emotions.
.
4. Friends/Joyride
Fireflies is the perfect song, because everyone knows it--a lot of people know When Can I See You Again and Good Time, too. But album-wise, Cinematic has some good ones if people know the songs.
.
5. Kids!
Coco Moon, because my daughter would always fall asleep to Adam, Check Please and Dinosaur Park as a baby. This album has some precious songs too, like Under the Circus Lights and Field Notes.
When I see the words music and road trip together, my brain doesn't automatically jump to what most people think of, some crank it up playlist to make the miles pass. For me, music road trips have always meant something deeper.
My whole life, it's been about going to concerts, chasing the magic of live shows, following bands on tour. That’s been one of the greatest joys of my life..
It started before I was even a teenager. I became that guy, the one known for going on tour. AC/DC, The Grateful Dead, The Stones, The Beastie Boys, Parliament Funkadelic, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Aerosmith, Phish, The Black Keys. If they were on the road, I was figuring out how to be there. Especially the bands where every night was a little different. But even for the ones where it wasn’t, I still went. It wasn’t about surprise. It was about surrendering to the ritual. The groove. The freedom. The people. Getting the chance to groove, dance and melt into the moment with some of the best musicians that ever lived.
But to stay true to the spirit of the question, yeah, there are songs that define the actual drive.
Kashmir? Absolutely, a journey into the mystical every time.
When the Levee Breaks? Nothing like pounding the steering wheel along with Bonham’s thunderous drums.
If it's raining or snowing hard? Always gotta be Riders on the Storm. There’s something eerie and perfect about barely being able to see through the windshield, the wipers falling behind, squinting through the unseeable while that haunting groove cuts through the static.
Then of course, the classics, Radar Love, Born to Be Wild, Stranglehold, Sweet Emotion, Gimme Shelter, Highway to Hell, It’s a Long Way to the Top, that whole genre of road-borne guitar and highway anthems where the beat keeps time with the gas pedal nailed to the floor.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t include a few tracks from my psychedelically elevated years, when I couldn’t even get the car out of the parking lot.
In high school and college, I was the designated driver, but not because I was the sober one. I somehow earned the crown of “we are all out of our minds and somehow Chappy always gets us home safe”, just the most functional one in a very dysfunctional clan. But even I knew there were nights when I just had to wait it out. So some of my favorite “road trips” were spent waiting to come down, parked, letting the acid or shrooms wear off enough that the road stopped shimmering.
My boy Timmy and I still laugh about the times we sat in my Jeep Grand Wagoneer, looping Mind Playing Tricks on Me by the Geto Boys for three and a half hours, waiting for the hallucinations to subside so I could safely navigate from Amherst to Montague. Another night, it was Blood Sugar Sex Magik, Under the Bridge, Give It Away, again and again, until our molecules reassembled into something resembling human beings.
But like I said, for me the real road trip music wasn’t what played through the speakers. It was what drew me to the road. The show itself. The people. The energy. The circus.
In the 1980s and early ‘90s, I was lucky. I got to see most of this beautiful country by chasing the bands I loved. Grateful Dead shows started on the East Coast, and ended at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Dancing with all walks of life on shed lawns, football stadiums, and arenas, year after year.
Then came the summer of ’89, maybe the best 3 months of my life. I was running a Ticketmaster outlet for Mario at Abruzzi Station, and got the first eight tickets off the machine for every show. And that summer? It was stacked: The Grateful Dead, The Rolling Stones, Guns N’ Roses, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Who, Metallica. I think I saw over 50 shows in 20+ states that summer. And get this, the whole trip was done without a car. Just a backpack, a bunch of friends I picked up along the way with tickets to barter, and a back pack with a few days worth of clothes and five pounds of marijuana that kept the trade routes open. That, and a whole lot of magic.
Even after having kids, the tradition stuck. Family vacations would sometimes just “happen to” coincide with concerts. Until one day, my daughter looked at me and said, “Dad, these aren’t family vacations. They’re your vacations.” And she was right. I tried to justify it. “But look—we’re at a beautiful lake house on Lake George!” “…and Phish is playing SPAC, only fifteen minutes away.”
Busted.
After that, I pulled back from planning family trips around my bands. But music still found its way into the mix every chance it could.
I was also lucky that my career kept me on the road. Customers, conventions, trade shows, franchisees, it meant I got to travel to every corner of the country. And you better believe I circled who was on tour every single time. For lesser-known cities, Columbus, Charlotte, Greensboro, Austin, I’d build a visit around the chance to catch a band. But even better? The Meccas. I mapped my schedule to hit the holy sites: Greek Theatre. Red Rocks. Saratoga. The Gorge. Alpine Valley. The places where the venue was just as much a part of the show as the band. If you’ve never seen live music in those places, do yourself a favor, make the pilgrimage. Nothing else compares.
And I still haven’t lost it. Even this year, I got one more in.
My youngest daughter graduated from Temple in Philadelphia. We rented a big house to celebrate, everyone under one roof. My wife, my daughters, my son CJ, my in-laws, my sister-in-law, my baby sister. Even my biological father, who I hadn’t seen in 20 years, came in to reconnect.
And wouldn’t you know it, AC/DC just happened to be playing in Pittsburgh the very next day. Five hours away. My favorite live band of all time. So I did what I always do, I built the road trip.
I flew most of the crew, and me and my 79 year old dad drove it, five hours in his Mustang 5.0, music blasting, life catching up to us in the rearview mirror. And then we all piled into Acrisure Stadium, though let’s be real, it’ll always be Three Rivers to me, to see Angus and the boys tear the roof off the place. Watching my favorite band with almost my entire family? That’s a road trip even the kids admitted was worth it.
But the best part?
CJ, my 25-year-old son with autism, absolutely losing his mind to Shot Down in Flames. Jumping, squealing, pure unfiltered joy. My sister-in-law caught it on video, and it’s one of my favorite memories of all time. Because that was me at age 11, the first time I saw AC/DC at the Orpheum in Boston.
That’s the magic, right?
So yeah, maybe I bastardized the assignment. But music and road trips were the assignment. They’ve always been. They still are.
Because the soundtrack to your life isn’t just what gets you through the drive. It’s what brings you back to the joy of life. Over and over again.
Whether you’re squinting through a storm, waiting for the acid to wear off, or holding your son’s hand as Angus Young rips into the opening chords, music and the road have a way of etching themselves into your soul.
Will you accept a Spotify playlist? If not, I’ll itemize.
But I did this whilst planking so you better feel the commitment
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/22YOj3MNk5Kxmj4CGj7IHW?si=IBi6wAELQ1-Av1ZACEGudA&pi=LGBw7QgOQESMy
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5kfcpUNoGy96NVFuwGOeKT?si=D1YsRxH8Rj-ypprmUkl7xA&pi=RL6ziM9kRIKNz
Someone I used to be
For you, Abby anything
Thanks we'll keep our eye peeled
I have a “sad gurl” playlist that has all these songs in it:
Bucket 1.
Stolen Dance - Milky Chance
Riptide - Vance Joy
Midnight City - M83**
Young Folks - Peter Bjorn and John
What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club
This Is The Life - Two Door Cinema Club
Love Me - The 1975
Float On - Modest Mouse
Bucket 2.
Keep the Wolves Away - Uncle Lucius
The Wolves (Act I and II) - Bon Iver**
Somebody Else - The 1975
Wait - M83
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Space Song - Beach House
Wash - Bon Iver
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
Bucket 3.
What Kind of Man - Florence & The Machine
Head Like A Hole - Nine Inch Nails
Take Me To Church - Hozier
Drown - Bring Me The Horizon**
Jungle - X Ambassadors
Sail - Awolnation
Bucket 4
Tongue Tied - Group Love
Safe & Sound - Capital Cities
Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood
Renegades - X Ambassadors
Chocolate - The 1975**
Shut Up and Dance - Walk The Moon
Pompeii - Bastille
It’s Time - Imagine Dragons
Bucket 5
Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov**
The Walker - Fitz and The Tantrums
The Sound - The 1975
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People (catchy but dark theme I know)
Home - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Paradise - Coldplay
Now I know I said I would go pop, but I did indie pop/indie rock with a mix of alternative. Heavy set in 2010-2015. I’ve listened to a lot of these songs later on especially during my college days. I’ve always been drawn to the alternative side of music. So here goes my list! Also I put “**” beside the song I most likely would listen to most on each segment
Ok, so I’ll pick like 3 songs per bucket…
Bucket #1 - happy/ light/ free
- She Moves In Her Own Way - The Kooks
- Happy Like You - Empire Of The Sun
- Living My Life (Golden) - Higgo/ Jill Scott
Bucket #2 - Sad/ Heavy/ Alone
- I Should Live In Salt - The National
- Don’t Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice
- The Drugs Don’t Work - The Verve
Bucket #3 - Angry/ powered up
- The Unforgiven - Metallica
- Killing In The Name - Rage Against The Machine -
- Right Here, Right Now (Camelphat Remix/Radio Edit - Fatboy Slim/ Camelphat
Bucket #4 - Group/ Friends/ Joyride/ Carpool Karaoke
- Mr Brightside - The Killers
- Love Shack - B-52s
- Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
Bucket #5 (Bonus) Kids in The Car.
I’ve got nothing for this, I don’t have kids therefore never drive with them. I’m going to have a think about this and return to it.
Thank you for the inclusion! 🤝❤️
Omg omg omg yaaayyy lmfao
ok first
blueberry yum yum by luda
what kind of road trip is this cuz then theres
coming home by cinderella
mama im coming home by ozzy
ridin dirty by chamillionaire
freah on a leash by korn
hahahahaa
hit me baby one more time! britney bitch 😁😁😁
dirty pop by nsync
whew
ok ok ill stop 😁🙈🥰
copy and pasted like a bawss
I have songs from all different genres from road trips in my past. Sometimes entire albums. Each song/album takes me back to a specific trip. When my son and I drove to Chicago in 2019 for his college orientation, he played music I'd never heard before. Now when I hear those songs (like Willow's "Wait a Minute" and Snail Mail's "Pristine" and Hand Made House's "In Bloom", "Would've been you" by Sombr, "drunk II" by Mannequin Pussy, "Best to You" by Blood Orange and "Moments" by Jabs) I immediately see corn fields, windmills and other sights we saw along the way. Open roads, infinite fields, hopes and dreams for whatever he was going to experience there. He loves dreamy ethereal beats. So whenever I hear that vibe, I think of our drive to Chicago when he moved away from home for the first time. I have them all saved in a playlist, and he adds to them. I love how he acknowledges how that music makes me feel.
Ahaha, you even added the Postman Pat theme tune 🤣🤣🤣 Little One would be happy! There are some TUNES on this list 🙌🏼
An absolute colossal effort to get this pieced together! Awesome work 🫡👑
omg its so biiig
Bucket 1 -
You Can Call Me Al, Paul Simon - no idea what this song is actually about, but it's so much fun.
Blinding Lights, The Weeknd - just love the feeling it gives me
Beautiful Things, Benson Boone - only recently discovered this and I could listen on repeat forever
Bucket 2 -
People Help the People, Birdie - sad, but a little hopeful
Another Love, Tim Odell - I could relate to this from the exhaustion of my ex relationship, and even though it's not the case now, the song is still a go to for singing when I'm in a bleurgh kinda mood
Bucket 3 - I don't have any angry songs, off the top of my head
Bucket 4 -
Livin' La Vida Loca, Ricky Martin - because who doesn't love this really? It's too much fun.
Bucket 5 - listen, my kiddo only wants to listen to the Postman Pat theme tune. On repeat. Until our brains drip out of our ears.....
🟢THE CIRCLE OF TABOO GREEN
This is the one for driving under no circumstances unless it is for the purpose of divine providence. It is the literal soundtrack of the gods, as provided by their absurdly miraculous moments of truth and understanding.
It needs no further introduction, but the first track as you build the rest independently probably begins with Dorset Perception - Shpongle - Tales of the Inexpressible (2001).mp3
As the gods may have it, proof is reserved for their domain. We are to have faith and evidence instead.
We just had a roadtrip last month! Could have used this list lol but here goes
Bucket 1 - Happy
September by Earth, Wind & Fire would make anyone happy!
Levitating by Dua Lipa is my feel good song!
Bucket 2 - Sad
Tracy Chapman - Fast Car. I forgot about this song until last year and I just burst into tears. She has a way to tell story with this one.
Erik Satie - Gymnopedie No.1 will bring me into this sad but also content mood
Bucket 3 - Angry
Adele - Set Fire to the Rain because it’s Adele!
The All-American Rejects - Gives You Hell because I’m not much of screaming type, this is more of my angst vibe
Bucket 4 - Friends
Usher - Yeah! Because it brings back all the memories of an era
Phoenix - Lizstomania, The full Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix album was such an anthem!
Ca7riel & Paco Amoroso: Tiny Desk Concert - they are so groovy, even when we barely understand Spanish!
Bucket 5 - Kids
“Let it go” Elsa frozen soundtrack is a staple in our car rides. We even found a rock version of it lol
Any Laurie Berliner songs! They are a kids classic for us.
What do you think of Owl City, Nahg? I'm a longtime fan (since 2008!) and if I could only pick one artist to listen to for the rest of my life it would be him. The blend of nostalgia, lyricism, and overlooked talent is insane.
Here are Owl City albums for each bucket-
.
1. Happy/Light/Free
Probably Ocean Eyes. Songs like Bird and the Worm, Cave In, and Umbrella Beach are sing at the top of my lungs kinda tunes. Oh--and Fireflies.
.
2. Sad/Heavy/Alone
Definitely Mobile Orchestra. This Isn't the End, My Everything, and You're Not Alone are go-to's when I have a heavy heart.
.
3. Angry/Powered Up
This one is a little more difficult, because I don't get angry often, but Midsummer Station has some upbeat, more intense songs for these emotions.
.
4. Friends/Joyride
Fireflies is the perfect song, because everyone knows it--a lot of people know When Can I See You Again and Good Time, too. But album-wise, Cinematic has some good ones if people know the songs.
.
5. Kids!
Coco Moon, because my daughter would always fall asleep to Adam, Check Please and Dinosaur Park as a baby. This album has some precious songs too, like Under the Circus Lights and Field Notes.
add as many songs as you want!
no wrong answers.. you drive for all types of reasons..
explain them..
You have time ..I am planning on dropping the wrap up on Sunday so mull it over.
-Nahg
When I see the words music and road trip together, my brain doesn't automatically jump to what most people think of, some crank it up playlist to make the miles pass. For me, music road trips have always meant something deeper.
My whole life, it's been about going to concerts, chasing the magic of live shows, following bands on tour. That’s been one of the greatest joys of my life..
It started before I was even a teenager. I became that guy, the one known for going on tour. AC/DC, The Grateful Dead, The Stones, The Beastie Boys, Parliament Funkadelic, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Aerosmith, Phish, The Black Keys. If they were on the road, I was figuring out how to be there. Especially the bands where every night was a little different. But even for the ones where it wasn’t, I still went. It wasn’t about surprise. It was about surrendering to the ritual. The groove. The freedom. The people. Getting the chance to groove, dance and melt into the moment with some of the best musicians that ever lived.
But to stay true to the spirit of the question, yeah, there are songs that define the actual drive.
Kashmir? Absolutely, a journey into the mystical every time.
When the Levee Breaks? Nothing like pounding the steering wheel along with Bonham’s thunderous drums.
If it's raining or snowing hard? Always gotta be Riders on the Storm. There’s something eerie and perfect about barely being able to see through the windshield, the wipers falling behind, squinting through the unseeable while that haunting groove cuts through the static.
Then of course, the classics, Radar Love, Born to Be Wild, Stranglehold, Sweet Emotion, Gimme Shelter, Highway to Hell, It’s a Long Way to the Top, that whole genre of road-borne guitar and highway anthems where the beat keeps time with the gas pedal nailed to the floor.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t include a few tracks from my psychedelically elevated years, when I couldn’t even get the car out of the parking lot.
In high school and college, I was the designated driver, but not because I was the sober one. I somehow earned the crown of “we are all out of our minds and somehow Chappy always gets us home safe”, just the most functional one in a very dysfunctional clan. But even I knew there were nights when I just had to wait it out. So some of my favorite “road trips” were spent waiting to come down, parked, letting the acid or shrooms wear off enough that the road stopped shimmering.
My boy Timmy and I still laugh about the times we sat in my Jeep Grand Wagoneer, looping Mind Playing Tricks on Me by the Geto Boys for three and a half hours, waiting for the hallucinations to subside so I could safely navigate from Amherst to Montague. Another night, it was Blood Sugar Sex Magik, Under the Bridge, Give It Away, again and again, until our molecules reassembled into something resembling human beings.
But like I said, for me the real road trip music wasn’t what played through the speakers. It was what drew me to the road. The show itself. The people. The energy. The circus.
In the 1980s and early ‘90s, I was lucky. I got to see most of this beautiful country by chasing the bands I loved. Grateful Dead shows started on the East Coast, and ended at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Dancing with all walks of life on shed lawns, football stadiums, and arenas, year after year.
Then came the summer of ’89, maybe the best 3 months of my life. I was running a Ticketmaster outlet for Mario at Abruzzi Station, and got the first eight tickets off the machine for every show. And that summer? It was stacked: The Grateful Dead, The Rolling Stones, Guns N’ Roses, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Who, Metallica. I think I saw over 50 shows in 20+ states that summer. And get this, the whole trip was done without a car. Just a backpack, a bunch of friends I picked up along the way with tickets to barter, and a back pack with a few days worth of clothes and five pounds of marijuana that kept the trade routes open. That, and a whole lot of magic.
Even after having kids, the tradition stuck. Family vacations would sometimes just “happen to” coincide with concerts. Until one day, my daughter looked at me and said, “Dad, these aren’t family vacations. They’re your vacations.” And she was right. I tried to justify it. “But look—we’re at a beautiful lake house on Lake George!” “…and Phish is playing SPAC, only fifteen minutes away.”
Busted.
After that, I pulled back from planning family trips around my bands. But music still found its way into the mix every chance it could.
I was also lucky that my career kept me on the road. Customers, conventions, trade shows, franchisees, it meant I got to travel to every corner of the country. And you better believe I circled who was on tour every single time. For lesser-known cities, Columbus, Charlotte, Greensboro, Austin, I’d build a visit around the chance to catch a band. But even better? The Meccas. I mapped my schedule to hit the holy sites: Greek Theatre. Red Rocks. Saratoga. The Gorge. Alpine Valley. The places where the venue was just as much a part of the show as the band. If you’ve never seen live music in those places, do yourself a favor, make the pilgrimage. Nothing else compares.
And I still haven’t lost it. Even this year, I got one more in.
My youngest daughter graduated from Temple in Philadelphia. We rented a big house to celebrate, everyone under one roof. My wife, my daughters, my son CJ, my in-laws, my sister-in-law, my baby sister. Even my biological father, who I hadn’t seen in 20 years, came in to reconnect.
And wouldn’t you know it, AC/DC just happened to be playing in Pittsburgh the very next day. Five hours away. My favorite live band of all time. So I did what I always do, I built the road trip.
I flew most of the crew, and me and my 79 year old dad drove it, five hours in his Mustang 5.0, music blasting, life catching up to us in the rearview mirror. And then we all piled into Acrisure Stadium, though let’s be real, it’ll always be Three Rivers to me, to see Angus and the boys tear the roof off the place. Watching my favorite band with almost my entire family? That’s a road trip even the kids admitted was worth it.
But the best part?
CJ, my 25-year-old son with autism, absolutely losing his mind to Shot Down in Flames. Jumping, squealing, pure unfiltered joy. My sister-in-law caught it on video, and it’s one of my favorite memories of all time. Because that was me at age 11, the first time I saw AC/DC at the Orpheum in Boston.
That’s the magic, right?
So yeah, maybe I bastardized the assignment. But music and road trips were the assignment. They’ve always been. They still are.
Because the soundtrack to your life isn’t just what gets you through the drive. It’s what brings you back to the joy of life. Over and over again.
Whether you’re squinting through a storm, waiting for the acid to wear off, or holding your son’s hand as Angus Young rips into the opening chords, music and the road have a way of etching themselves into your soul.
And honestly, isn’t that what it’s all about?
Dang there’s some good music in here
as you can see, road trips are my thing
bucket 1:
•Casita - goth babe
•love music, pt. 1 - Ren
•love music, pt. 2 - Ren
•clint eastwood - Gorillaz
•feel good - Gorilla
bucket 2:
•mountains of my mind - Chris Stapleton
•lying to myself - portair
•overwhelmed - royal & the serpent
•lonely - Noah Cyrus
•mean it - Gracie Abrams
•it is what it is - abe parker
bucket 3:
•messy - Lola young
•therefore I am - billie eilish
bucket 4:
•green green grass - George Ezra
•bunk by the beach - Connor Kelly & the time warp
•riptide - Vance joy
•life is a highway - rascal flatts
•electric love - BORNS
•Classic - MKTO
•don't stop believin' - journey
•surfin' U.S.A. - The beach boys
extra bucket bc idk where this fits:
•a new error - moderat
•anyone who knows what love is - irma Thomas
•beyond control - NTO, Monolink, KAS:ST
•Guillotine - mansionair, NoMBe
•concrete over water - jockstrap
•cosmic love - Florence + the machine
•my body is a cage - arcade fire
•king - Florence + the machine
•hearts a mess - gotye
•into dust - mazzy star
•bashed out - this is kit
•full moon - the black ghosts
omg i love this
what even is this account? 🤣🤣🤣
Magic 😜❤️