Want to know a secret?
I kinda hate July.
Not that some very fine things haven’t happened in July historically –my birthday for example– but I live in Texas, and living in Texas in July sucks.
I am essentially a hollow shell of despair and misery, shuffling though the daytime hours trying to make it through without stepping on fire ants or bursting into spontaneous flame. Isn’t August worse? It’s hotter, but there’s the psychological comfort of knowing next month is September, and September means autumn. Of course September is almost always JUST as broiling as August and it only gets cool on Halloween –which is fantastic because that means all the girls who are dressed as slutty whatevers freeze and look miserable in their hooker heels and corsets– but in July? July you’ve got many a mile before you rest, and those miles are HOT.
So what does that have to do with music?
Stay with me.
Last Friday was particularly miserable for me. Not that I was having a bad day, but it had been raining for the past week and yet the temperature stayed around 90 degrees and feeling like you’re living inside the sweating gusset of Bangkok’s festering underpants is not pleasant, at least not for me. The only thing that could possibly make me feel better: I wanted a cupcake.
Now, I don’t have a huge sweet tooth (I much prefer savory fatty things to sugarbombs) so I decided if I was going to go out of my way to get a cupcake I was going to do it right, Make an event out of it and that event would be my microvacation.
After much deliberation I decided I wanted a white cupcake with an enormous pillow of chocolate buttercream frosting, and not only did I want that cupcake, I wanted to eat it in bed, naked, with the air conditioning set to Emotionally Unavailable Penguin and I wanted to listen to The Cure. The Cure part was essential. It wouldn’t be a microvacation without the music.
The right song –particularly a good pop song– can be like a little escape and what better way to start The Worst Month Ever than with a series of little microbreaks? I mean other than having that FIFA ref who failed to call the England goal (and who, if you’ll recall, is a wanker) dipped in an 80 gallon barrel of Marmite and then set upon by a pack of ravenous England-supporting badgers. That would be WAY better.
Anyhoo, let’s kick off Music Month with the song that started it all: The Cure’s Friday I’m In Love from their crucial album Wish. Unfortunately, Polydor has disabled embedding so you’ll have to click the link below for the video, but here’s a great live version (even if the intro IS in German, ptui ptui):