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This morning I was driving east on the A90. It's a familiar route; the next song on the cassette was the Eurythmics'
I have a fifteen-mile commute now and it was over double that in Ohio; if I have enough driving in my life then sometimes I can forget the mechanics of driving and it is just as if the car is an extension of my body. This makes the outside feel more real, not just as if I am looking through a window. It also makes busy city traffic easier to handle. Unfortunately that state of mind's not something that happens at will; quite the opposite.
Memories in Ohio include listening to Maria Callas while driving in our 1991 Geo Metro south down state route 161 on the way to a meeting, and driving east on a part of US route 36 where a bird of prey and I would often see each other - one of the typically straight sections of American highway with telegraph poles alongside that double as perches. With luck, in time I will have analogous memories of Perthshire.
There Must Be an Angeland I enjoyed watching the sunrise and glimpsing Castle Huntly. I realized that a number of my better memories involve me driving alone in a car, looking out of the windows and listening to music.
I have a fifteen-mile commute now and it was over double that in Ohio; if I have enough driving in my life then sometimes I can forget the mechanics of driving and it is just as if the car is an extension of my body. This makes the outside feel more real, not just as if I am looking through a window. It also makes busy city traffic easier to handle. Unfortunately that state of mind's not something that happens at will; quite the opposite.
Memories in Ohio include listening to Maria Callas while driving in our 1991 Geo Metro south down state route 161 on the way to a meeting, and driving east on a part of US route 36 where a bird of prey and I would often see each other - one of the typically straight sections of American highway with telegraph poles alongside that double as perches. With luck, in time I will have analogous memories of Perthshire.
There Must Be an Angelis probably my favorite Eurythmics song. The bass keeps it bouncing along, Annie Lennox sings really well and with typically impressive range and expression, and the solo from Stevie Wonder fits in beautifully. Other British women I enjoy hearing in popular music include Cerys Matthews, Eddi Reader and Alison Moyet, but I wonder if Annie Lennox has the edge technically.
