Posted by Rich in Albuquerque
on Sunday, June 4th 2023:
It happened late this afternoon driving home here in Central New Mexico. The windows were down, a hot wind blew in from the west, with just a few hints of rain and an "Oldies" station played Nat King Cole's "Roll Out Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer...." And instantly, there I was back in Brooklyn sixty years ago, sipping on a cold Mission Orange Soda, buying a copy of The News and The Mirror for Pop, who was working on one of the rental houses he owned, preparing for new tenants. It was hot and sweaty and humid in Downtown Brooklyn (Nevins and State Streets.) And there was Nat King Cole, setting the benchmark for measuring the start of each of the next sixty-three summers of my life. It happens every year, just the first few notes and the intervening years fall away.
What musical cues do it for you? What makes you say, "Yay, it's Summer in Brooklyn" after all these years?
Reference ID: BK97062
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