Hannah Read—the twentysomething Texan who records and performs wistful, intimate indie rock under the name Lomelda—isn’t the first and won’t be the last person to write a song about the long stretches of asphalt that criss-cross the country, but her “Interstate Vision” deserves to be counted among the best American road songs of all time. Atop gently rustling percussion and a somber guitar melody, Read sings about what it means to spend an inordinate amount of time on highways and in parking lots, to know places that exist as temporary planes to the majority of people who travel on them, and to be able to see these roads as locations unto themselves—ones that are chock-full of personality.…
Hannah Read—the twentysomething Texan who records and performs wistful, intimate indie rock under the name Lomelda—isn’t the first and won’t be the last person to write a song about the long stretches of asphalt that criss-cross the country, but her “Interstate Vision” deserves to be counted among the best American road songs of all time. Atop gently rustling percussion and a somber guitar melody, Read sings about what it means to spend an inordinate amount of time on highways and in parking lots, to know places that exist as temporary planes to the majority of people who travel on them, and to be able to see these roads as locations unto themselves—ones that are chock-full of personality.…