The car as a rehearsal room

It wasn’t planned.
Like most things that truly matter.
At some point during our family drives —games, practices, short trips— the car stopped being just a means of transport.
It became something else.
A shared space.
A place where things happen.
Music in motion
Music was always there.
But now it plays a different role.
Shared Spotify playlists.
Improvised DJ turns.
Songs someone plays “just because” and someone else discovers without looking for them.
And above all, singing.
Badly, well, halfway.
Together.
The car has something special:
no stage, no judgement, no rehearsal beforehand.
Just presence.
Listening before choosing
Over time, I’ve noticed something curious.
In the car, almost without trying, we practise a rare skill:
listening before deciding.
Listening to what’s playing.
Listening to what someone else suggests.
Listening without skipping after ten seconds.
You don’t always like everything.
That’s fine.
Sometimes you discover something new.
Other times, you simply respect the turn.
And in that small gesture, there is learning.
Learning without giving lessons
No speeches.
No explicit moral.
Yet important things happen:
- References are shared.
- Taste is shaped.
- Difference is normalised.
- Living with it becomes natural.
Music acts as a mediator.
It doesn’t confront, impose or correct.
It accompanies.
AI has a place here too
At home there are instruments, gadgets, and now AI tools to play with music.
Suno included.
Not as a replacement.
As a creative toy.
Another way to explore, to experiment, to laugh at the result.
To understand that technology amplifies, but doesn’t replace what happens when we truly share something.
Fine-tuning
Maybe that’s why the car has become a kind of rehearsal room.
Not because everything sounds perfect.
But because something important is practised there:
listening,
waiting,
respecting turns,
fine-tuning together.
Almost without noticing.
And sometimes —just sometimes—
the song fits.
And the drive feels short.