needs an accompanying soundtrack. Margaret Atwood wrote a short story, the title of which I helpfully cannot remember, describing the preserving power between clothing and events. Gazing at, touching, the scent of, an old article of clothing (that you can’t bear to throw out) holds memories of people and emotions, transporting you to a special moment in time. The same holds with music. Music elicits wonderful memories for me. Lust, love, happiness, joy, life.
Summer feeds on sensual slices of soul. Music that can’t help but inspire. Needing to hold someone close under the hot summer sun, slip between crisp cool sheets, my legs intertwined with another, rest my head on a firm shoulder while watching the world go by from a rooftop bar or café.
These songs make me think of summer. This is my summer soundtrack.