Music is one of the most essential parts of the human experience…a universal language that transcends words and borders. You certainly do not have to speak French to fall in love with “La Vie en Rose”. Music has existed for nearly as long as humans have, evolving from simple rhythms into infinitely complex compositions, yet always serving the same purpose: to give voice to what we feel, even when we can’t express it ourselves.

Music is there for us in moments of joy, triumph, heartbreak, nostalgia, hope, rage, and every emotion in between. It can comfort, energize, inspire, or heal (sometimes all at once). That’s why choosing a single favorite song, or even a top five, feels almost impossible. The beauty of music is that it meets us exactly where we are—what speaks to you in one moment might shift entirely with your mood, your season of life, or the memories tied to a particular melody. It’s a constant companion, endlessly adaptable, and deeply personal—a soundtrack to the human soul.

Car singing is its own kind of magic: windows down, volume up, belting out your favorite songs even if you can’t sing AT ALL. Whether it’s a solo moment of catharsis on the highway (De La Soul, “Me Myself and I“ style) or an impromptu car concert with friends and family, there’s something beautifully liberating about turning your vehicle into a stage. These shared soundtracks become memories – road trips scored by your favorite hits, passenger harmonies, or off-key (but full-heart) choruses that somehow make the song even better…and most certainly the drive.

To quote Fiona Apple, “nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key”—sometimes that’s where your soul idles as well.

Until of course you rebound to your George Gershwin moment. “I got rhythm, I got music. Who could ask for anything more?”