Summer's Song
We're beyond Memorial Day and, with it, the unofficial start to summer. For me, summer has a more distinct soundtrack than any other season. Yes, over Christmas carols. A lot of that comes from music blasting from cheap stereos at cookouts, playlists at rooftop bars and parties as the notes shimmer through vintage string lights as much as the DC humidity, and all manner of summer concerts and festivals watching my heroes take the stage and thrill thousands. From a 2015 show where I saw the Foo Fighters rock with Heart, Joan Jett, and more at RFK on Independence Day. My mom wasn't thrill about me going to rock shows; it was that decadent, hedonistic American culture that kept me out well into the night that she grew up wary of in her native Korea which is probably really informative of why I love rock and roll so much because that's exactly the fucking point. My father, as usual, was relatively ambivalent; he didn't really like live music because of how loud it can