Long Live Classic Rock!

If I had to pick theme music for Minnesota, it would be classic rock. I'm not generally much of a fan, but it has become almost standard listening in my car since I've moved here. It just seems to fit the setting perfectly, the ideal soundtrack for gravel road driving. Perfect example: This morning, sunrise, I am driving down a white road that seems neverendingly straight between dark-stubbled fields. The sky is lightening and gray, and there is a rim of pink above the black trees that line the horizon for 360 degrees. And, well, there's no two ways about it, I am hauling ass, and listening to a crazy 15 minute live version of Smoke On The Water. Where else could you hear such a thing at sunrise, I ask you? Following that, in approximate order, were: Mississippi Queen, Sweet Melissa, Jackson Browne, and a little AC/DC, all played at the obscenely loud level that seemed suitable this morning. It took me a while to get over my embarrassment over my secret predilection for classic rock, but I am no longer ashamed - I am a classic rock convert. My college roommate would be soooo proud! (Are you listening, Carito?)