While I do love the sunshine, it’s the humidity which pisses me off.
I don’t know how these suits and Hill staffers in DC do it. June is nearly here (yeah, don’t look at the date of when I last posted on this thing okay), and there’s few things
worse better than the summer shuffle, walking home from your job in 30 C (90 F) weather and 80+% humidity, feeling the sweat trickle all down your back, ruining your good clothes. It’s like I haven’t left Florida.
Well, this afternoon I was doing the dampness, squinting in the afternoon sun, getting more agitated with every step when this little listen by the legendary Roy Ayers came on the headphones. The LA musician has dropped many timeless jazz-funk tracks during the ’70s and ’80s, many living on as samples in the hip-hop world. This 1976 burner is one of his best known jams, a laid back and dreamy ode to good weather and the sun, which never fails put you in a good mood. The track yawns and stretches out into infinity like an endless summer. It’s an infectious track, and be sure to check out the smoother, summer’s eve-like cover by the forgotten group RAMP.
But still though, fall can’t come soon enough.