songs, sounds of traffic
rubber and rain, meet the road
rhythm of my ride
In the flawed but fun Amazon show, “Mozart in the Jungle’, there is a scene where the conductor is being driven somewhere in New York.
He rides with the windows open and listens to the sounds and songs and rhythm of the traffic and city.
He listens with a look of awe and appreciation.
I commute to work in downtown Atlanta from my home on the upper north side of Gwinnett County.
On average I am in the car for 45 minutes both ways.
My record to work is 32 minutes but that was at 4:00AM one morning.
Most days it is not an unbearable experience.
Most days, when I drive onto the freeway entrance, I am also entering into an unspoken contract with all the other drivers already on the freeway.
I enter into one of the largest, fastest moving co-ops in the United States.
We all want the same result.
When possible I sit back and try to enjoy the ride.
Most times I will listen to audio books or music on my iPhone.
I got exhausted listening to the radio a long time ago.
This morning in Atlanta, it was warm but not warm enough for the air conditioning.
It was raining and storming as well.
Driving with the windows open would be problematic.
I caught a break and the rain held off during my drive.
While there was a lot of spray in the air I could get by with the windows open a bit.
The sounds of the traffic made it hard to hear my audio book.
I could have cranked the volume but listening to William Shirer’s RISE AND FALL OF THE THIRD REICH at full volume was too weird.
Then I thought of that scene in MOZART IN THE JUNGLE.
Instead of a book or music, I listened to the sounds, songs and rhythms of my ride.
The steady hum of my car with the baseline of my tires on the pavement.
The swish of passing cars.
The roar of truck engines.
The smash-smush truck tires through the water.
The doppler sound of taffic coming up from behind and then moving on ahead past me.
The high hum that highway traffic makes.
Sounds all man made.
Can it be called music?
If it can, its the sound track to too much of my life.