As moods change with the gentle turning of the tides, however, I can safely say that I am as lost as ever. A novel concept, of course, but one that has completely tied me up in knots, as now I am supposed to carefully plan which music I actually want to take with me for my trip. Perhaps this is the hardest decision of them all. Amazingly, some of these CDs have been collecting dust, while others have not even left the top of my stereo for months on end. Yet I found the representation of many different periods of my life through this strange pile of CDs, and this has been such a source of comfort to me.
Music is time travel.
Besides live shows that will not be mentioned here, below is the final list. This was probably the first album I ever knew from beginning to end. To this day, I have this uncanny way of being able to find a radio station that is playing the Police at mostly any possible time. I do not think that most of the people I am traveling with this summer like the Police all that much, so perhaps I should not be in charge of the radio. I would simply start the CD, get on the expressway, and drive until the CD was done.