*Note: This Friday's set of songs go out to my pops, who had a pile of dusty tapes in his red truck when I was growing up. They were well worn, and smelled like plastic and dirt. The constancy and repetition of albums like America's Greatest Hits, Abbey Road, Deja Vu, and Sunshine Superman, while at the time made me loopy, directly influenced the way I listen to music, and the way I now recognize what I like and what I don't like. I can hear my dad singing these songs loudly and playing guitar on the steering wheel or piano on the dashboard, all the while telling me to shift into 4th gear for him.
Both of these songs have particular sentimental value to me, mostly because they were the songs on repeat during my youth. Whenever I hear them, I can almost smell the fresh summery smells of mulch, Old Spice, and dust jumping up from the dash.
Rocky Raccoon // The Beatles
A Horse With No Name // America
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