When I drive, I play music. I jam out. It is all about the road, the music pulsing through my heart and moves my body. I sing – loud! Music and driving are lifelong partners – like peanut butter and jelly or Johnny and June. My first car in college was a 1992 Ford Taurus. It had a cassette player. I bought it in 2003. I remember hooking my iPod up to the cassette deck and rocking out to Britney, Christina and Train.
They say the music you listen to in your adolescence is the music you will always love. I am forever a 90s and early millenium girl. The years of my adolescence span from 1997-2005. (I turned 18 in 2002).
The 2014 Toyota Sienna I am driving as part of the #SiennaDiaries program comes with satellite radio!!
I. Freaked. OUT!
We can talk about safety features, roominess, storage and gas mileage (and we will later) but let me just gush about my love of Serius XM radio, ok?
I can listen to the music of my youth. All the time! Now going to pick up my children isn’t boring or a chore. I sprint to the van, eager to find out what is on the radio, what memory will come back to me.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
(I totally Googled the lyrics just now. I don’t know them. And in the car I end up singing what I think they are saying. Which isn’t even close) While this song was released in 2001, it wasn’t until I graduated high school and was on my own that I finally “rebelled” and enjoyed this song a year later in 2002. This is my “bad girl” song.
Confession: I totally didn’t like this song when it was released in 1994. I was like 10 years old and a totally “good girl.” This song appalled me. Then 10 years later I met my now husband Josh. He used to be in a house band and was my “bad boy.” His house band did covers of Green Day and whenever I hear this song I think of him. It makes me laugh! But after reading this paragraph I am wondering if I should rethink the song that makes me think of my husband…
No Doubt was hugely popular when I was 11-13 years old. I remember pictures of Gwen Stefani plastered on Seventeen and YM magazines – her bleached blonde hair and fire engine red lipstick. I wished I had the nerve to wear a dot on my forehead like she did, I admired her attitude, and her voice. This song is the anthem of my youth. The immature girl screamed for freedom, but nope, I am just a girl (that is 13 years old…seriously. I was a tad dramatic back then).
Side note: while I was googling I found this magazine cover. I bought this exact same issue when I was 13! I wanted to be as cool as the Spice Girls and pretended I was Baby Spice as I sang “Wannabe” in my bedroom. I have to tell you – their “love horoscope” was complete crap. I didn’t get my first boyfriend until college. Stupid magazine.
Thank you Toyota Sienna for your daily trip down memory lane. I am a much happier mama as I run my errands.