Prairie Air: Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque

This morning we packed Jo off in the little green Saturn and pointed her in the direction of Albuquerque.

So far she has suffered a cracked windshield (just replaced last month) in Texas thanks to a passing semi and the embarrassment of locking her keys in the car in New Mexico. Not too bad. According to her latest Facebook status update, she should be in Albuquerque now, where she is staying at the house of a family friend.

Only one of the three songs above is good. No, that's not entirely true. I suspect if you took the vocals out of one of them, the instrumental portion would be very nice on it's own. Neil Young is a major whiner.

I really don't understand this situation. Albuquerque is a pretty cool place. It seems like there should be a more worthy song about it.

Bright and early tomorrow morning, which is probably noonish in our Jo's estimation, she will head towards her next goal: Bakersfield, California.

Wait, is Dwight Yoakam not wearing pants in that photo??? Made you look. Either that or you were already thinking it.

I think I like this one.

Is this not the prettiest human skull you've seen?

This is such a kick, watching The Stones sing with southern accents. It makes Mick Jagger do some even stranger than usual things with his lips.

From Bakersfield, she'll have a shorter day's drive to Los Gatos where she'll be living for the next year.

Oops, that's about Los Gatos Canyon, which is some distance from the town of Los Gatos, but I thought it was interesting anyway, particularly since Jo is not flying there. She also is not an illegal immigrant, in case you were wondering. It is the only song I could find about either Los Gatos, though. Plus, I like to maintain a balance perspective and I've been spending too much time with Atlas Shrugged.

There are too many California songs to list, although Wikipedia does, without videos. Monterey is only about an hour away from Los Gatos, however, and The 1967 Monterey Pop Festival was part of rock history, according to the description attached to this video.

I actually prefer this more familiar song written to promote the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival. Okay, so neither is a huge favorite, but I do like the idea of wearing flowers in your hair.