I have a love/hate relationship with summer — especially in New York. On the worst days, the air reeks of piss and garbage, the humidity emboldens your hair to defy your previous conceptions of shape and space, and the sweat dripping down your back turns to ice when you transfer from the suffocatingly thick outside air into an overly air-conditioned subway car. But there’s also a magic to New York summers. There’s a few hours every night when it’s not too hot, not too cold, as the sun is just starting to peak below the horizon. The sky shifts between varying shades of pink and orange and purple. There’s an excited buzz of energy that fills the air. You have fewer inhibitions. The night can last forever. This is a playlist in dedication to the lost summer of 2020 and all the memories that will be missed this time around.
Soundtrack to a lost summer
