105 degrees today! 15 or so shy of the record number from 1980. Never got quite as hot, so far.
Here are some lyrics to ponder.
Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but
The air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying
(What did they say)
Things I can’t understand
It’s too close for comfort
This heat has got
Right out of hand
It’s a cruel, cruel summer. . .
— Bananarama, 1985
Hot town. Summer in the city.
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. . .
— The Lovin’ Spoonful, 1967
Let’s go down to the Sunset Grill
Watch the working girls go by
Watch the “basket people” walk around and mumble
And gaze out at the auburn sky
Maybe we’ll leave come springtime
Meanwhile, have another beer
What would we do without these jerks anyway?
Besides, all our friends are here …
— Don Henley, c.1980
