04 February, 2012
It is impossible for me to watch this video and hear the music without being transported back decades to That Summer, when...
All the days were bright hot and languid/
My friend's beat-up convertible was trés chic/
The music we played edgy, seductively low keyed/
We seemingly didn't have to eat or sleep,
but chose instead to drive long distances
on any excuse whatsoever/
... into the hot glare of the afternoon, or
through the night into early morning tenderness/
Never knowing what were driving into/
Blissfully, tragically, unconcerned.