I filled up some tapes with a few miscellaneous tracks I had lying around. I was surprised to find that neither Sam nor Abbie had heard Marakesh Express by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young!
Very rude, and very funny. "You must die, I alone am best!" became a catchphrase between Sam and me. Abbie didn't join in. Perhaps a whole album about porn stars, oral sex and drugs just didn't appeal to her?
An album mixing western beats with Tuvan throat singing. This is a vocal style from Mongolia that involves singing multiple notes by using resonances in the mouth. Sam loved it. My efforts at throat-singing kept Sam and Abbie entertained for about two minutes.
Who'd have thought that crustie music would travel so well. "What a Beautiful Day" is a great start to a morning. Brought back memories of seeing them at the V99 festival.
Perhaps the most atmospheric Floyd album, with the epic multi-part "Shine On You Crazy Diamond".
Crazy latin beats and raps from these boys. Check them out. I first saw them on a Glastonbury festival TV programme, and they were clearly enjoying themselves, stage diving and dancing all over. The next day I got as much of their stuff as I could find.
The Ska revival scene in the US spawned a lot of dull ska bands, but these guys are so wacky they stand out. Check out Lobster Bucket or Captain Hampton and the Midget Pirates.
A `best of` album from the greatest comic band in the UK. You may only have heard `Urban Spaceman' but there's more than that to them.
When we really needed something to keep Sam awake while driving long hours we stuck this on and cranked it.
Another album to keep Sam stimulated when caffeine supplies ran low.
I took the best tracks from his new album and stuck them on a tape for the trip. Pretentious latin guitar twiddlings? Yeah maybe, but the best pretentious latin guitar twiddlings!
I knew the CD player in the machine was a bit iffy, but I brought along a couple of CDs anyway. Mike and Carol had a listen to them in their car CD player, but I dont think the desert environment was ideal for our comic style. In return we borrowed some Billy Connolly, and had the surreal experience of listening to obscene Scottish comedy whilst in the 45 degree heat of the Sahara.