Some other good things about summer: I take my longest vacation of the year; drinks containing rum are suddenly delicious, rather than overly sweet; you can play basketball until at least 8:45 p.m.; the sensual delights of beer-bottle condensation; Coney Island; outdoor concerts; accelerated BBQ schedule; Hollywood blockbusters wherein lots of stuff explodes; life no longer ruled by TV; most fruits are now in season; getting trashed at sidewalk cafés; and, seriously, tons of cleavage.
Some not-so-great things about summer: American employers still oblivious to the fact that humans should not work during the summer months; it's difficult to look stylish and hip in shorts; Jimmy Buffett; humidity tends to turn cocaine into a lumpy paste; swamp ass; the subway; black boogers; Hollywood blockbusters wherein lots of stuff explodes; life no longer ruled by TV; massive electricity bills; and, you know, eventually it ends.
Here is a treasury of shit-hott summer and summer-themed songs. Listen to at least one of these today.
Sly and the Family Stone - "Hot Fun in the Summertime"
B-52s - "Summer of Love"
The Lovin' Spoonful - "Summer in the City"
Kool & The Gang - "Summer Madness"
DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince - "Summertime"
Frank Sinatra - "Summer Wind"
Bananarama - "Cruel Summer"
The Cast of Grease - "Summer Nights"
Seals & Crofts - "Summer Breeze"
Manhattan's legendary Beekman theater is closing. Frequently featured in Woody Allen's better films (Manhattan, Annie Hall), the theater is a landmark of Uptown cinephilia.
Weird news nuggets:
No more bear meat for the homeless!
Chimpanzee art kicks some Warhol ass.
Ladies, science knows when you're faking it. Scientists can smell fear.
Can't let the NBA Finals end without paying tribute to my favorite active player, the Fresh Prince himself, Robert Horry. Big Shot Rob has already joined Sam Perkins, Robert "Chief" Parrish, and Tracy McGrady in the I-always-look-stoned Hall of Fame. And although the Lakers failed to pick up Horry's option, sending him to the loathsome Spurs, he is still, as the French would say, 100% Ze Man. He's one win away from his sixth championship with his third team. That is un-fucking-heard of. Check out Simmons's Page 2 article on BSR's über-clutchness. How can you not just love this dude? Check the laid-back dying-swan pose after his most recent last-minute, game-winning three-ball:
Dude is sexy with that.
Finally, check out Bitchfork's interview with insulin-depleting pop goddess Annie. Her new(ish) album, Anniemal, is the front-runner for best of the summer jams. Cute, broken English is so hott right now.
Happy Solstice!
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