Morphine, in 1997. Right, Mark Sandman;
Dana Colley, at the wheel, and Billy Conway.
I have been driving relatively recently.
It will be a year and a half ago that I got my driver's license.
At first I did not like to drive.
It was all nerves, tension, he was stiff as a stick, with the radio off.
But as I gained confidence, I began to enjoy myself.
Especially since I discovered that driving while listening to music was something that I really liked.
I have an old car, with a
CD player
.
So I rescued my CD collection, records that I bought 10 or 20 years ago, when Spotify, as my mother would say, was "in the mind of the Lord."
However, at home I hear a lot of news. Not only do I wear the same groups as in college. But in the car I have to hear what I was listening to when I was less than 30. Groups that have disappeared or that release new records, even though their first albums are playing in my car. There's the Tindersticks CD that I listened to thousands of times as a kid, or one of the last physical records I bought, the one that Beck produced for Charlotte Gainsbourg. Also with those that I became after freaking out at their concerts, like LCD Soundsystem, !!! or Moon. I don't like to wallow in nostalgia, but I think that until I change my car to a more modern one, it will be my turn to continue listening to Portishead and Chemical Brothers. Either that, or I buy new CDs, which I think I'm going to do.
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