Though the temperature doesn’t exactly reflect this change always, I’m pretty sure it’s a scientific fact that it is over. Something about moon phases and igneous rocks, I think. To commemorate this change of season, we’ve got a little taste of summer nostalgia for you here at HBH. Strap on your thongs and lather up the palm oil, let’s cruise down memory lane.
Nothing says a hip summer day quite like The Kinks, right Wes Anderson? Though quite a stylistic departure for the Kinks, Sunny Afternoon went on to become a hit both in the UK and the States.
Is it embarrassing to admit that the first time I heard this song was on a Jimmy Buffett album? One way or another, it’s a great track…a man with nothing, lazing on a sunny afternoon, pining for what is gone. It’s hard to find human emotions more basic than those.
I have a severe connection to the words and music of Belle and Sebastian. There is something everlasting and ethereal about the music that just speaks to me. No one captures sweet innocence quite like Stuart Murdoch.
This particular track is from a live album Brian did years and years ago (a highlight of which was him beginning the concert with a cover of “Lying in Bed (like Brian Wilson Did)” by the Barenaked Ladies). The line “Miniature golf and Hondas in the hills” sends me back to a particular point of my life…cruising in my own little Honda with the windows down and a dear friend riding shotgun…The image is so perfect in my head: a half-melted sno-cone held loosely in her lap, her hair whipping around her face slightly concealing her innocent grin and the happiness in her eyes as she sat turned towards me. We sped along the neighborhoods and hills of a suburban life that knew no pain or hurt beyond infantile wounds we immaturely inflicted on one another. With age and time came new experiences, new and deeper pains. They tell us that this harshness is the nature of life, but it wasn’t always so and we all have the summer memories to prove it.
Wonderful Wednesday: Ta Ta, Summer
Summer has quietly come to a close.
Hawaii: land of eternal summer.
Though the temperature doesn’t exactly reflect this change always, I’m pretty sure it’s a scientific fact that it is over. Something about moon phases and igneous rocks, I think. To commemorate this change of season, we’ve got a little taste of summer nostalgia for you here at HBH. Strap on your thongs and lather up the palm oil, let’s cruise down memory lane.
Nothing says a hip summer day quite like The Kinks, right Wes Anderson? Though quite a stylistic departure for the Kinks, Sunny Afternoon went on to become a hit both in the UK and the States.
Sunny Afternoon-The KinksIs it embarrassing to admit that the first time I heard this song was on a Jimmy Buffett album? One way or another, it’s a great track…a man with nothing, lazing on a sunny afternoon, pining for what is gone. It’s hard to find human emotions more basic than those.
I have a severe connection to the words and music of Belle and Sebastian. There is something everlasting and ethereal about the music that just speaks to me. No one captures sweet innocence quite like Stuart Murdoch.
A Summer Wasting-Belle and Sebastian“The sky was blue beyond compare
A photograph of myself
Is all I have to show for”
When summer ends, we are left with nothing beyond our memories…
Did you have fun all summer long? Brian Wilson certainly did. Or at least he tries to convince of that in “All Summer Long.”
All Summer Long-Brian WilsonThis particular track is from a live album Brian did years and years ago (a highlight of which was him beginning the concert with a cover of “Lying in Bed (like Brian Wilson Did)” by the Barenaked Ladies). The line “Miniature golf and Hondas in the hills” sends me back to a particular point of my life…cruising in my own little Honda with the windows down and a dear friend riding shotgun…The image is so perfect in my head: a half-melted sno-cone held loosely in her lap, her hair whipping around her face slightly concealing her innocent grin and the happiness in her eyes as she sat turned towards me. We sped along the neighborhoods and hills of a suburban life that knew no pain or hurt beyond infantile wounds we immaturely inflicted on one another. With age and time came new experiences, new and deeper pains. They tell us that this harshness is the nature of life, but it wasn’t always so and we all have the summer memories to prove it.