Oh.

And if you haven't yet, you must listen and re-listen to Modern Guilt (the album, as well as the title track) by Beck. Listening to it while driving is preferred.

I remember albums and songs by certain environments was in at the time I over-listened them. For instance, I remember two Interpol albums as the ones I listened to on the subway to work a couple of years ago. I remember Ashtray Rock by the Joel Plaskett Emergency, and especially as the album I kept making Andrew listen to in his car a year ago, and specifically I remember driving through a tunnel (seymour! I don't like you driving through tunnels! you know what that symbolizes!) during "Cruisin'". I remember "Autobiography" by Sloan as the song that always came on on Brown Road in Welland on my way to work at the mall. "You Shook Me All Night Long" is when I drove my dad's ancient Z24 the summer I came home from Toronto to start school and there was no cd player, and bad reception on everything but the classic rock station. "Roxanne" is a song my dad used to sing mockingly, but secretly enjoy. I already know how I'll remember Modern Guilt. On the long, long drive home from up north, just after I dropped Andrew off in Toronto and got on the packed-house highway, it began to pour. I mean pour. I was driving through the goddam ocean, on a highway. No one could see anything, and that included me: Perfect-Vision Girl. I was certain someone was going to slam into the car at any second. And for some reason, through all this, all I can remember is the driving beat of "Gamma Ray" suggesting a hint of fun in this terrifying ordeal.

Hey, I didn't die! Listen to it!