Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don’t give you any choice
‘cause they think that it’s treason.
So you had better do as you are told.
You better listen to the radio.
—Elvis Costello, Radio, Radio
If you live in LA, you drive. No other option. Unless you work out of your home. But even then, unless you have livestock in the kitchen or a garden in the driveway, you gotta get in the car to stock the shelves. No other way to get around and get it all done. There is just too much space to traverse and too few locomotive options when picking up the coffee beans and bran muffins that get you going in the morning; the diet Dr. Pepper and donuts to get you over the afternoon hump; the pasta and salad stuff that fills you up in the evening; and the wine that brings you down, after the long day away.
It’s like that R.E.M. song: about the constancy, the monotony, the inexorable crush of motion:
Maybe you did. maybe you walk.
Maybe you rock around the clock
Maybe I ride. maybe you walk.
Maybe I drive to get off, baby.
Over here, in L.A. maybe everyone drives to get off. Oh. Baby.