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A woman drives fast along the California freeway with the radio screaming, delirious with grief. She does this every morning, dressing quickly in her Beverly Hills home so as to leave no time to think. Changing lanes is like a dance the way she’s trained herself to do it, seamlessly and to the beat. She walks barefoot into gas stations, rinsing down pills with warm Coca-Cola and chatting mindlessly with the attendants. Her marriage is over. Her showbiz career is dead. Her child has been taken away. She is known to cry at parties or get carried home; close friends have come to believe she’s insane. It is only on the freeway, when the music is loud, that she can forget what’s become of her life. To fall asleep she imagines herself on the road: “The Hollywood to the San Bernardino and straight on out, past Barstow, past Baker, driving straight on into the hard white empty core of the world.” TRENDING NOW Thundercat Breaks Down His Favorite Bass Lines How chic the story sounds the way Joan

Reader Score No score yet, be the first to add. 0.0 Genre: Pop/R&B Label: Jive Release Date: 2007 By Meaghan Garvey Reviewed August 4, 2024 Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today we revisit the pop star’s singular 2007 album, her oft-misunderstood comeback and a defining cultural artifact of the dark, trashy, celebrity-driven essence of the aughts. Save this story Save this story A woman drives fast along the California freeway with the radio screaming, delirious with grief. She does this every m

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