Do you ever have a day when you’re, like, craving something but you don’t know what? Maybe it’s food, maybe it’s somebody’s company, maybe it’s something about the weather?
And then this comes on the radio and you’re like yeaaaahhhhhhh
This is eerie, because I just spent a week listening to this on replay.
In the summer of 1996, the year I would move out for college, our neighbors across the street played this on repeat all evening, every evening till after midnight. It was too hot that summer for me to close my windows, so I was stuck listening to it whether I wanted to or not. It’s forever wrapped up in my head with sultry nights that lay on you like a blanket over your face, the dusty wood-and-plaster smell of our beat-up old farm house and the Pennsylvania mountains in high summer–a thick greenhouse scent, crickets and the occasional bark of a dog echoing off the hills around us. And that song, or at least the bits of it that carried: the low heartbeat of the rhythm, and then Lauryn Hill’s vocals rising up on the refrain. The last summer of my childhood.
I never did quite get sick of the song.
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