Here are my three top 'sing in the car' songs last week: Journey - Don't Stop Believing. I change some of the lyrics (Since there is no 'South Detroit' I sing '...born and raised North of Detroit". Makes my wife cringe, too.) Spinerette - Ghetto Love. I have no idea what she's really saying for most of it, but I like the angry shouty moan parts. Angie - Smoke Weed Eat Pussy. When the little kids are in the car replace this with Parry Gripp - I like Vegetables. The car I'm driving now doesn't have AC (it's a Volvo from 91 so 'AC' just means 'heat but not quite as much') so I sing around Portland with my windows down. There is an inverse relationship between my age and my number of fucks given, I suspect.
The other week, Dala and I were at the record store and I somehow laid my hands on a three disc set of music by The Ventures. I started to put it back saying "I don't really need that much instrumental surf music in my life" and my wife grabbed the disc set, put it right back in my hands, and said "Yes you do!" She was right. I do need them. They're perfect background music for doing chores.
That's a substantial part of my music collection. I'd start with the Buddha Bar discs.
Conflict is my summer jam two years in a row. The band is great, the lyrics are much darker than the music suggests. Ebo Taylor & Uhuru Yenzu - Conflict (Full Album): I've listened to this Chris Dave live performance more than is healthy. Can't wait for the shop to close so I can play it at near painful volumes. Have a classic No Wave track