Man, sometimes a CD is so good you just play it over and over again with the windows open, and you know the neighbors love it, too. Said CD is “Road Trip 3,” the third in a series of compilations Maud is putting together for our drive out West. Said CD opens with “Best of My Love” and closes with “Baby Love.” Said CD weaves through The Supremes and the Temptations on “I’m Gonna Make You Love Me,” which I’ve been falsetto-ing for a good part of this afternoon, and Bowie on “Oh, You Pretty Things,” which is the kind of song to which, the moment you hear the opening bars, you are compelled to say, “I love this song!”. There’s Diana Ross’s “Touch Me in the Morning,” which makes me shimmy, every time; Prince’s “Damn You,” which makes me laugh because it such a perfect and an unabashed sample of musique pour niquer; Finley Quaye’s “Even After All,” which gives me goosebumps a little, and makes me stop whatever I’m doing to close my eyes and feel the heat on my arms and the road that’ll all too soon be rushing by beneath us. (Well, all fingers crossed for not closing my eyes while I’m behind the wheel.)

Maybe when we hit L.A. we’ll sign recording contracts to be backup girls. Thing is, this girl also likes to play drums.