22 days and counting....

before we leave. Starting to think about the logistical stuff more, like what to do with our two high-maintenance wiener dogs, and how best to cram a keyboard into the car so it can still be played without dislodging the tent and backpacks from the hatch, or the car from the road for that matter.
We've also been working on multiple playlists on our iPods. Between the two of us, we have 220 gb-worth of songs, or approximately enough to drive to the moon and back several times without repeating a single song, assuming you could buy diesel and coffee once you got to the moon. So the playlists are sort of necessary for sorting out all the songs by tempo, mood, state we're in (mental and geographical), etc. We also like to quiz each other by putting the iPod on shuffle, and seeing how quickly the other can guess the artist. Dan usually wins. No surprise there.
Some of the music that will probably go into semi-heavy rotation in the car includes Dan's favorite New Orleans music, like Dr. John, the Meters, and Fats Domino; classic rock for playing loud and driving fast; and alt country like Uncle Tupelo, Jim White, and Gillian Welch for the long dusty stretches. But then, each roadtrip has its own soundtrack, and you don't know what that is until you're underway. When we went to Memphis, it was mostly Johnny Cash, Al Green, Leadbelly, and surprisingly little Elvis. Going down to NOLA, it was the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Walter Wolfman Washington, Dr. John, and Green Day found their way in there once or twice. So, who knows, we could start out listening to Zeppelin and the Stones and the Radio 4 News Quiz, and have devolved into Metallica or Kylie Minogue or both by the time we hit Tulsa. Driver picks music, passenger plays DJ, and when we get slaphappy, it's anyone's guess what will be blasting out of the sunroof.
And now I have "Tombstone Blues" stuck in my head.