Music Extra: Summer Songs...

As I wrote here the other day, spring fever has set in around here in a big way. Only, it isn't quite spring yet even though the temperatures we've seen here locally have seemed more like summer. Well, early summer, since in the middle of summer it isn't unusual for this region to see temperatures past 100 degrees F. The last couple of days it has been in the mid-80s F, which can on occasion be the low temperature at the height of summer. But, when it's been in the 50s F for highs as recently as a couple of weeks ago, mid-80s feel like summer. We've even been running the air conditioner.

Now, it would be nice if I could give in to my spring fever, but with volunteer work, looking for a real job, and working on writing a book, I've been more than busy - as my sporadic posting here this week has indicated. So, I've been resisting the lure of sitting outside in the warmth with a good book and a glass of lemonade and getting on with the things I need to do. This hasn't been as difficult as it might seem, though, since the warm weather also means that things are blooming - with a vengeance - and that means the onset of allergy season. Since I'm allergic to multiple things that grow around here, every time I stepped outside yesterday I started either coughing or sneezing or both.

At any rate, I thought that before I have to go back out into the warmth and the allergens later today to go to a meeting at CVP, I would share a few songs that resonate with the apparent season around here.

First of all, here is George Harrison singing "Here Comes the Sun" at the Concert for Bangladesh in 1971. It seems an appropriate song since even though it hasn't rained as much as it should here locally over the winter, it has been cloudy a lot, and it is nice to see the sun:



This kind of weather is baseball weather, and the season is coming soon. So there's this song, "Swing", by Trace Adkins, which is about baseball, and also about striking out or not in that other spring pastime - love, lust, and romance:



That isn't exactly a traditional baseball song. For that, there's John Fogerty's "Centerfield":



There are a lot of songs about summer. Some of them are just about summer, and some of them are about, well, more. One of these is "The Boys of Summer", by Don Henley. It's too nice a day to engage in serious analysis, however, and so I'll just leave this here for you:



An older summer song, "Summer in the City" (1966), by The Lovin' Spoonful, contrasts summer days and summer nights:



It's possible that where you are reading this from, summer weather hasn't arrived yet, or is just going away if you happen to be in the Southern Hemisphere. But, is there really a bad time for a summer song? As far as I'm concerned, summer is a state of mind as much as it is a season. Then again, I grew up in Southern California, where you can have summer-like weather on any given day of the year, so my perceptions on the subject might be slightly skewed.

Now, all we need is for baseball to start...

Just dropping in to say hello, and to apologize for not posting yesterday.

It's just a couple of really busy days for me. I had to go do some volunteer work yesterday at CVP, and I have to go down there again later this morning. In fact I should be going out the door in about half an hour or so. Probably not going to manage that, but I'll be there in time to see the person I need to talk to today, so it's all good.

It isn't helping, either, that Spring has sprung around here, and I've got spring fever in a bad way. Not that I don't want to do anything, but just that I want to be doing it outside in the fresh air. The weather report says it's going to be 85 degrees F here today, and if it's anything like yesterday it's going to be a lovely day. Unfortunately, CVP is inside, and so is the library, where I need to go and do some research after I'm finished at CVP. The library workers take a very dim view of trying to take the reference books outside to work.

But, the work has to be done, because the book I'm working on is not going to write itself. Where's Rumplestilskin when you need him? Or does that just work with spinning straw into gold?

At any rate, here's hoping that it's nice weather where you are, and that you get to spend some time out in it, rather than cooped up inside all day. I should be back with a post of a little more substance tomorrow.