Their sounds are dire and minor-key numb. These songs and artists accompany summer as much as the prototypical jams that bop and glide off into bliss, and often abut one another in bars and clubs. Some artists like The Weeknd and Future have mined entire careers out of it. Meanwhile, percolating overhead is the crushing, crushing FOMO that you aren’t experiencing every fun summer fantasy you see your peers Snapchat and tweet about.Ī whole subgroup of songs exist in this cloudy, needle-y vein. This season also features boozy, self-destructive nights, sexy flings that bloat into something sour, and days when the sun flips sides, from friend to enemy, and threatens to beat you into sweaty, hazy submission. Related Story: 6 Albums You Should Stream When You’re Finished With Drake And Kendrickīut what if you can’t? What happens when you stop having fun and the fun starts having you? Because summer also harbors bleaker realities than portrayed on Instagram or summer anthems.Because summer songs soundtrack your fun and if there’s one feeling we’re all currently after it’s fun. All the biggest artists chase crafting the perfect summer anthem and even more writers and bloggers fight to predict what this year’s song of the summer will be. These jams we loop repeatedly as we dance and vibe and enjoy ourselves for once. The lingering desire to deposit all your worries and troubles-all the crap inherent in this thing we call life-and forget the harsh realities of the world.Ī whole economy revolves around summer songs. We associate summer with familiarity and fun, amidst environments old and new, or wherever will house our needed R& R. Our collective summer fantasies reside in these places. Neon pink sunsets combined with tropical vibes. Outdoor Sunday BBQs either in a park or your backyard, family or friends that are your family surrounding you, lifting clear-bottle beers in jubilant celebration that it is most definitely summer. Picture comforting sun rays while you lay on warm beaches, waves rolling gently into the break, or perhaps as you rest upon a beaten-down grassy patch, awaiting the next act of a music festival.
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