When Isabel and I drove through Arizona, down the U.S. Highway 93, along the endless streets in a wide open space, we wanted to listen to suitable music.
We saw Joshua trees at the roadside, small bars full of people - workers who enjoyed their leisure-time. We noticed this feeling of freedom and independence everywhere in the Grand Canyon State.
We knew that we could not listen to our "standard" Rock CDs - they did not seem appropriate in this laid-back state.
For this moment on the street we wanted to listen to something special, something that describes the feeling of driving to a beautiful, undisturbed nature - America's wild west.
I bought a cowboy hat and some toothpicks at the next gas station and turned on the radio in the car. And there it was, the music for this special road trip: Alan Jackson - over and over again.
I couldn't even imagine that we got some kind of radio frequency in the middle of the desert.
Alan Jackson was one of the most popular country singers of the 1990s - and besides Johnny Cash, my favorite country singer. So I was happy to listen to his music - he was a friendly and constant companion during our time in Arizona and Nevada's Death Valley.
Thanks for the ride, Alan.
Alan Jackson Where I Come From
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