Contributed by Kris
It’s that time. It’s time to set the whole tone of Summer 2013. Will it be a Summer of Love? Will you need an anthem to rave and drink to? Or is it a season of loss and sadness and sunburn? Of course, I mean it’s time to pick a Summer Jam. You’ve gotta be proactive. You can’t just passively stand by and let the Top 40 determine the whole course of your next 3 to 6 (depending on the effects of global warming) months. You’ve gotta take just a few minutes for yourself. Listen to your heart. Listen to your inner voice(s). Listen to Pandora.
It’s that time. It’s time to set the whole tone of Summer 2013. Will it be a Summer of Love? Will you need an anthem to rave and drink to? Or is it a season of loss and sadness and sunburn? Of course, I mean it’s time to pick a Summer Jam. You’ve gotta be proactive. You can’t just passively stand by and let the Top 40 determine the whole course of your next 3 to 6 (depending on the effects of global warming) months. You’ve gotta take just a few minutes for yourself. Listen to your heart. Listen to your inner voice(s). Listen to Pandora.
I’ve really cut it close on coming up with my own Summer
Jam. Since I primarily listen to NPR on
my morning drives and to old country
music on my iPod, my choices tend to come down to Terry Gross and Charley
Pride. Fresh Air does not a
Summer Jam make. But as I am still
trying to make a choice, I decided to share some of the finalists for my Summer
anthem.
You’re the Reason Our Kids are Ugly by Loretta Lynn and Conway
Twitty - This one is a little tricky
because it could signal that you and your lover (to use an 80’s throwback
reference) are in the midst of a Hot Summer Feud or that you’re pregnant again. Neither option seems like a great way to
spend your summer months. And everyone
knows that heat, humidity, and pregnancy bloat are a terrible combination. I would like to take this opportunity to
assure you that my relationship is stable, and I will not be having any more
kids (dogs/cats/turtles). But this song
is still a strong contender, and not just for the Ruth Buzzi shout-out. It’s upbeat and snarky and funny and bitchy. It practically demands that you drink to get
through it and through the work week. It
speaks to the disappointments that we all feel from time to time with our
mundane lives. And it gives us the
freedom to blame someone else for those problems. What’s better than a guilt trip and a
whiskey? I can’t think of anything
either.
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