Photo by Tamim Alnuweiri.
In my youth what summer in New York meant was waking up on saturday mornings and hoofing it to Coney Island to sit nauseous in the cigarette butt sand while swallowing street hot dogs hole and getting heat stroke. I’m no longer young and foolish (only the latter) and if I ever tried to spend 6 hours of my free time getting to the worlds worst beach I hope someone would just take me out to pasture.
Anyways summer is just these long moments when your body feels stretched out like puddy and you wonder how (and why) you haven’t just melted into the asphalt. This is the music I imagine punctuating that.