To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

I've been inhaling Bruce Springsteen lately (I don't think you could go wrong with much of anything, but the ones on my list are Magic and Tunnel of Love), and then decided that after three solid months of the Boss in my car, I needed something radically different, so I've been listening to Lyle Lovett's The Road to Ensenada for the last week or so. I adore "That's Right (You're Not from Texas)" and "Private Conversation," which are the songs I heard on XPN that made me think perhaps I should put my anti-country prejudices aside and give him a try, but there's really nothing on the album that's not good. (And for me, car time is intensive music time--I never get to really know an album until it's been in my car for a while--so the fact that I'm not just playing him in my living room is saying something!)