Some Things Last For a Long Time

My favorite thing about going on a trip is packing.  And it’s not really the packing that I like so much, it’s the making a list of things to pack.  These lists are the sort of thing that should be added to a journal, but like ticket stubs and all the notes I passed in high school, I’ve forgotten so many times before so why start now?

I’m currently in the middle of packing for this weekend.  The amount of stuff on the list looks ridiculous for only a few days, but I still have a military-issue duffel bag and could fit half of my house in that thing.  Fuck laundry hampers, one of those duffel bags is what you need to take to the laundromat.  The list also looks extra long because I’m bringing all of the food.  The winery we’re staying at is 25 miles outside of Ste. Genevieve, which is already in the middle of nowhere as far as I’m concerned, and though 25 miles might not seem like a lot to most people, have you ever heard of Coffman, Missouri?  Didn’t think so.  I’m not driving all over the unfamiliar countryside just to find a Super Wal-Mart.  The villas we’re in have fully equipped kitchens and wi-fi, which means I can have a fridge and not be separated from the Internet for a whole weekend.  Because I am an urbanized sissy.  And I’m fine with it.

I lent Shannon my iPod for the wedding reception, so the drive down will be turned over to Graham’s selection.  Which is…okay, I guess, I’ve just heard most of it about a hundred times already.  I mean, the Asylum Street Spankers have some good songs, but I don’t smoke weed and am eventually just like, really?  You guys are still this high?

But I am nothing if not an excellent road trip partner, so instead of complaining, this is what I’ll be playing in my head on the way down to a wedding weekend in Ste. Gen…

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Angela Surf City, The Walkmen
Life On Mars, David Bowie
Big Wave, Jenny and Johnny
Dogs of Buenos Aires, Mirah
I’m Losing More Than I Ever Had, Primal Scream
I Worship The Ground You Walk On, Jimmy Hughes
Apologies, Collabrateur
Taos, Menomena
The Ballad of El Goodo, Big Star
O Lilac, Wild Nothing
The Universe Is Laughing, Guggenheim Grotto
Hi-Speed Soul, Nada Surf
Wishing He Was Dead, The Like
Moves, The New Pornographers
Every Day Should Be a Holiday, The Dandy Warhols
Sex With An X, The Vaselines
Good Day, The Dresden Dolls (we’re going to see them in November! I can’t wait to join AFP’s circus!!!)
Shuffle Your Feet, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
The Spirit of Jazz, The Gaslight Anthem
She’s So Modern, The Boomtown Rats
I’m Gonna Change Your Life, The Thermals
Brand New Cadillac, The Clash
Man Who Played God (feat. Suzanne Vega), Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse
I Don’t Want To Know, L’il Band of Gold
Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool, Connie Francis
How To Stop Loving Someone Who’s Stopped Loving You, JC Brooks and the Uptown Sound
Weight of the World, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Scissor Runner, Jenny and Johnny
Hollow Hollow Eyes, Crocodiles
Axe Murderer Song, Camper Van Beethoven
The General Specific, Band of Horses
Too Bad On Your Birthday, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Date With the Night, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
O Katrina!, Black Lips
Sex and Dying in High Society, X
The Pharmacy, Bettie Serveert
Unsatisfied, The Replacements
Gardenia, Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
The Orchids, Califone
Some Things Last a Long Time, Daniel Johnston


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