Reel it in and shut your mouth, Or, culture inserts itself

It is, yes, the modern condition to start up the car and have the CD player start up at the same time and to hear the music as the soundtrack to the day that is also starting?

FADE IN:
INT. SOME CAR
ANNE drives through a drizzly grey late September morning in the north woods through the ever-light traffic (logging trucks and minivans) onto and across the bridge, scaring the cars coming down the hill, merges into the small town labyrinth climbing the hill on the other side, past the Houghton County Transit authority bus whose drive never looks before merging, across Montezuma Street behind an older couple in a white Cadillac with Kansas plates who do not know the traffic patterns and who stop where the road splits. Around them, down the hill onto College Avenue, where the cars stop abruptly because a truck is parked half in the road. A bicyclist weaves through the stopped cars. A little girl follows her bouncing ball into the street. The couple in the car in front starts kissing. The woman driving behind is putting on her makeup and tailgating. The SnoGo is clearing the banks from roadside, dumping all the snow into a truck next to it, blowing its snow into the air, creating a white out. An ambulance comes from the other direction.

Is the morning foreshadowed by such a drive that much different if it's Patti Smith rather than Jill Scott playing above it all?