Miss summer already? I do.
One of the things I have been vibing on this fall has been pure unadulterated nostalgia. It’s possible that it’s due to the gratuitous amounts of epic sh!t that went down over the past couple of summers -- Waikiki, Brooklyn -- which of course was backed both times by a soundtrack of dreamy sun-drenched and foamy music. Why can't it be August forever?
The worst part of this winter is going to be the awful absence of that little beach girl we have living here. THe beach will still be there, sure, just buried under six feet of ice.
Fall asleep tonight good friends with this sweet tune bouncing around the inside of your head. You can thank me later.