i can testify that will smith’s profound lyric is 100% verifiable. the quadrant of my brain that registers excitement straight up explodes whenever i smell lighter fluid and coals. crazy! reminds me of the days in the neighborhood when we would sneak out of the house barefoot and have water gun fights in our neighbor’s front yard, no one had decks so we’d all grill on the front porch and people would come by to grab a hotdog.
my summer hasn’t been exactly an epic party, but independence day is without question my favorite holiday and has been since i was 16 years old. there are lots of great things tentatively planned for this weekend and i hope absolutely all of them come true.
i heard “summertime” on my way to work this morning and consider it a blessing on my weekend.
fionn regan
perenthetical statement mine.
my love for top 40 pop has been meticulously recorded on this blog. even so, i started to get a little discouraged. here we were, late june and my summer 2008 jam had not shown up. i think we can all agree that summer of ‘03 the song that saved everyone’s life was “crazy in love.” thanks, bey! of course last summer we were all driving around singing “ella-ella-ella eh eh eh.” i’d be totally remiss to not confess to a gushing obsession with ms. rihanna. summer 2006 everyone loved “crazy.” seriously, people loved this song! i can remember driving down sheridan, windows down, and hearing gnarls barkley simultaneously blaring from the speakers of the bros in the left turn lane and the scenester couple in the car to my right. the best part? everyone had their eyes closed and heads thrown back, totally enjoying the lyrics, “does that make me crazy? poooooosssssiblyyyyyyyyyyy!”*
then this year, what do we get? a vast little wasteland populated by crazy-tooth lil wane wandering amidst the tall grass and some discarded mariah carey singles strewn around the dry, desolate earth. but oh! what is this? the retro-soul beat coming from my cheap car speakers? and that whiny little voice that sounds like a blonde, less-tallented, drama-free amy whinehouse? why, it’s duffy, and her single “mercy” is going to save us from a nightmare summer of old cds and the new coldplay record on repeat.
i’m not going to front, guys. living a life without pop would be like living in a world with no air.
*memory completely fabricated, but entirely probable.