I was driving down the road yesterday when Indigo Girls’ Jonas and Ezekiel came on:
I left my anger in a river running highway 5
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by
College, farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
and I thought, holy crap, I’m on route 5 in Vermont, about to cross the bridge to New Hampshire. I’ve passed a few farms and am about to enter the college town. Wow.
Others?
The spouse and I still laugh about the time we were driving around many years ago with the radio on, pretty much as background noise. I asked him what time it was, and Elton John instantly replied, “It’s four o’clock in the morning, damn it!” (from “Someone Saved My Life Tonight”).
Very coincidentally (or perhaps unconsciously), I was listening to Liz Phair’s first album, Exile in Guyville, while on a plane, returning to Chicago, and the song playing on my iPod at the time was “Stratford-on-Guy”:
I was sitting in 27-D! It was nighttime too, though later than just sunset. I did watch the landscape roll out the window though. 
It has happened several times that I’m driving past Kent State University when Ohio by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young comes on the radio.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
//
Four dead in Ohio.
Creeps me the hell out. But I crank up the radio and sing. **Loud. **
Once, I was sitting downtown in a Greyhound station, one toke over the line. Close enough.
Whoa, dude.
I’ve had Paul Simon’s “Mother and Child Reunion” come on at least once when I’ve been headed over to visit my mother.
I’ve also had Twisted Sister’s “I Wanna Rock” come on at times when yes, in fact, I did want to rock.
Had to happen eventually. 
I love that album, I do fly into Chicago several times a year (often at night), and it’s not uncommon that I’m in that general seating range on planes. Plus I listen to my iPod pretty much continuously on planes, until they do the announcement where it’s time to shut everything down. It was a neat moment, I will say.