Your folks might understand ya', by and by.

I recently discovered something rather appalling. On Curtis Mayfield's classic record Curtis, there's a great, epic soul number called "Move On Up"; it's one of those soul classics that has a conga percussion part in it. Wow. Fantastic. Great horn part. It's definitely a driving in California-type song.

A brief digression: there are certain tunes that I classify as Driving in California songs. You know, the kind where you could definitely imagine yourself in a convertible sports car driving up the PCH on your way to LA, or on the 1 from LA to San Francisco. Vince Guaraldi's "Samba de Orpheus" is the quintessential driving in California song. Prince's "Baby, I'm a Star". "Nothing but Flowers" by the Talking Heads. "Race for the Prize". "Ma and Pa". You're getting the idea.

Anyway, this song is great. You should do yourself a favor and get it (the whole record is good, too; the first track "If There's Hell Below, We're All Gonna Go" is particularly interesting). Anyway, here I am, thinking it's this fantastic song, and the other day, I start to hear the upbeat horn part playing on TV.

Over a commercial.

Not just any commercial.

A truck commercial. Visuals included a bunch of huge Ford Trucks driving around a Nascar track. With Curtis Mayfield playing in the background! The same Curtis Mayfield who penned the following intro to an album:

Sisters! Ni**ers! Whiteys! Jews! Crackers!
Don't worry; if there's hell below, we're all gonna go. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!.

I betcha that one would sell a hell of a lot of trucks.