All done reading Issue 7.1 in print? Here’s a bonus treat for cleaning your plate: A third editorial by Elevenite Extraordinaire, Raghu Hariharan.
Beating the Heat: Third Round
What do I love more than ice cream on a hot summer day? Filthy bass lines, ignorant rhymes and approving looks from wannabes in adjacent cars. Summer is about ostentatious music—the music you want to be seen listening too.
See, you listen to things in the summer that you would never dream of listening to in the winter. Spare me the lecture on Bon Iver’s brilliance; in the summer, you bump to Bun B’s brashness. If you’ve ever taken and almost failed a course in Earth and Planetary Sciences, you’d know that summer and winter are totally different. Winters are cold and depressing and the perfect time to empathize with tortured souls, waxing philosophical about love’s cruelty and dreams deferred. Summers are hot and sweaty and the perfect time to drive slow, drop the windows and not give two middle fingers worth about what people think. Summers in Houston without AC make you appreciate the ability of music to transport a dilapidated Nissan Sentra parked on I-45 traffic anywhere you could ever imagine. Cruise through Brooklyn blasting “Big Pimpin’,” speed through the ATL jamming “Shutterbug” or even take over the Chi, living the “Good Life.”
There must be a reason why “California Gurls” debuts in May and not February. No one cares about how unforgettable California gurls are when it’s 10 below freezing and class is 10 minutes away. But, on August’s worst, when it’s unimaginably steamy out and academic apathy and corporate drudgery haven’t yet set in, nothing hits the spot better.
