Travel Tip
With the band’s signature horns and a
self-serious melody that practically requires head-bobbing and Speed
Racer–esque intensity (you may even want to invest in racing gloves),
this single off of 1996’s Fashion Nugget is irresistible. The
album is filled with more on-the-nose driving songs than this one (“Race
Car Ya-Yas,” “Stickshifts and Safetybelts”), but this is the money
single—and got the album platinum status. Throw it on repeat and hit the
open road. Just take an occasional break for track No. 7, the band’s
excellent cover of Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.”\
Is this a silly song? Yes. Is it
musically a little boring? Mos def. But is it a fun track to crank up
when you hit the highway? You bet your ass it is. Rihanna’s made better
music than this 2007 bit of fluff (“Umbrella,” “We Found Love”), but her
songs are a little like sex and a lot like pizza: Even when they’re
bad, they’re still pretty good. And with lyrics tailor-made for the
pavement, this one’s a no-brainer. Channel RiRi’s shade-throwing
swagger, turn up the dial, and, well, shut up and drive. Then go post a
revealing selfie on Instagram. (No, don’t do that.) You’ll feel like
you’re driving a Lambo even if you’re actually behind the wheel of a
Pinto.
The Chronic arrived on the
heels of the 1992 South Central riots. Folks in Compton were looking to
escape and could not—and not just because of the traffic on the 110 and
405. This was a cry for cruising with the bucket seats dropped back,
slow rolling on a resting-heart-rate rhythm and those G-funk dog-whistle
keyboards. “Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, let me ride,” goes the
chorus lifted from Parliament’s “Mothership Connection,” itself based on
a slave spiritual. But just because the song hides a deeper political
meaning the way lowriders hide a subwoofer in the trunk, there’s no
reason Dre can’t roll in style. Specifically, in a 1964 Chevy Impala
shoed with Dayton rims (a.k.a. “Ds,” as in “Throw some Ds on that
bitch”)
Fiendishly simple with its descending
piano chords, “Hit the Road Jack” is sung from the perspective of a
philanderer being ejected by his lady. By all rights this 1961 R&B
classic should win a prize for being impossible not to sing along to:
“What you say?????” screams soul hero Charles to his
velvet-voiced Raelettes. Later he complains, “You can’t mean that,”
about as convincingly as a cat picking bird feathers from between its
teeth. The track's most memorable use in a road trip appears in the 1989
comedy movie The Dream Team.
Did our dads play this 1964 ditty on
long car rides when we were little? You betcha. Do we think they
contemplated the potential consequences of making penniless vagabonds
sound super cool? Doubtful. Regardless, it’s a timeless everyman’s
anthem, and darn if it isn’t catchy. We really like listening to it in
our van down by the river.
Best songs for traveling
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