Dear Summertime Rolls, — Love Letters to Rock n Roll

There is no song in the entire musical universe that better encapsulates the decadent torpor of a season spent with no responsibilities. Wet bathing suits pulling at groins, Bomb Pops smeared across faces, the hush of city roads, unused, while drivers fill downtown skyscrapers. The summertime world is languid. It is the snick-snick-snick of sprinklers. […]

via Dear Summertime Rolls, — Love Letters to Rock n Roll

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