Even a serious (or seriocomic) blog needs a summer break. So here it is.
Driving down the mean streets of a mid-sized American city at midday, it is 92 degrees, hotter than it should be the first week of summer. Not bad, though, with the radio loud but edgeless cool, playing summer songs. Women wait to cross at the corners, long loose print cotton skirts clinging and waving in the breeze, sleeveless tops. This means War.
There’s All Day Music
Music is what we like to play
To soothe your soul, yeah
Down at the beach or party in town
Making love or just riding around
Let’s have a picnic, go to the park
Rolling in the grass till long after dark
And on the flip there’s Summer
Riding round town with all the windows down
Eight track playing all your favorite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians trying to get a start
Cause it’s summer
Summer time is here
Yes, it’s summer
My time of year
So there are no more eight tracks. So what? The hot songs of summer, girls of summer, boys of summer are forever.