For some reason, I usually listen to most Stereophonics songs while driving (“Dakota” being an exception). There’s something delicious about being in a warm car on a dark, crisp fall night and cranking “Mr. Writer” or “Handbag and Gladrags”.

I listen to the gravel and grit of Kelly Jones’ voice–only occasionally joining in for a chorus here and there–as I speed away from work and I take smug satisfaction in the fact that this is not the inane music of my coworkers.