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Posted by Dain, Friday, July 22, 2005 8:56 PM (Eastern)
I admit this is egregiously off topic, but I thought I'd like to share. There are three bands that work exceedingly well in the summer, for one reason or another.
Franz Ferdinand: It suits whenever it gets rainy and blue; funny, but the music just sounds Scottish. And it soothes the nerves when you sit dreaming of cooler weather, and the heat and humidity is just too passé.
Dave Brubeck: Smooth, mellifluous, easy-going jazz, aye, it never falters. Sultry summer evenings were born for it.
Sublime: If Franz Ferdinand sounds Scottish, Sublime sounds Californian. My god, it is the essence of summer in Southern California, before The O.C. mangled it beyond disrepair. There are only two types of people who dislike Sublime: those who dislike reggae, and those who think all the songs sound the same. Otherwise, the lyrics, they are ingenious, and the guitar-ing (which seems to be my primary criterion for judging music) is easy but virtuous. It is the music of summer, of eternal summer, in which toil and turmoil should not be considered seriously. It is also the music of pot, but... well, it is reggae.
Mozart's Requiem: Summer, in the gorgeous baroque style (actually, it's so autumnal to be verging on wintry, but sometimes a contrast is more interesting). If you go globe-trotting to fabulous places, switch to this on your iPod as you regard vistas and monuments that stretch one's preconceptions of the word "wonder". It may be a little rough on the histrionics, but that makes it all the more suited to the occasion, no? Why not Beethoven's Symphony in B flat, an ostentatiously summer pastoral? Too obvious, really. The Beethoven, it is too alive, too Romantic. I like the Baroque, it sounds too grand to be sensible on a human scale.
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