So, apparently, it’s May 31st. Memorial Day is past and the kids are almost out of school. Which is, like, impossible, because it was just Labor Day. I swear it was.
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying fate between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat …
(Yeah, because anybody can write a song like that, right? Damn.)
As an aside: I’ve always loved this song, but when Danny Federici, the E Street Band’s organ player, died from melanoma in April 2008, “Backstreets” was the song that immediately came to mind. Those opening bars with Roy Bittan on the piano and Danny on the organ … man, that just might be the best few minutes of music that ever came out of the 1970s.
Okay, but here’s the thing. It’s not a rhetorical question: Is there a better song for summer than “Backstreets”? If there is, I’m unaware of it, but I’m curious to know what you think.
UPDATE: I should have added this, as an Honorable Mention:
Garland Jeffreys, “Wild in the Streets,” from Ghost Writer (1977).
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