YouTube Tuesday: Sounds Like Summer

It's summer. Sometimes weathermen forget this. I keep forgiving them. And they keep betraying my trust.

And sometimes Charleston the iPod forgets this, and chooses to play dreary tunes more appropriate for bleak winter afternoons. I risked shuffle mode today. It managed to find the most random sad songs. Even from Wicked:

Ev'ry so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in....

Oh, and you may have noticed a complete lack of Michael Jackson coverage here. I'll talk about him soon. Promise. I just hate feeling hasty about these things. Feel-good summer music, however, can be posted in mere moments. (Um, and I left my house at 8 a.m. and got home at 10:45 p.m. Not a whole lot of time for blog brilliance today.)

P.S. I got books in the mail today. Beth, I blame you. A good blame.

P.P.S. I also overhead some fantastic news. But this probably isn't the greatest forum for sharing things I've learned through eavesdropping. Okay, it probably is. Maybe later.

And now, I give you the sounds of summer. Just a handful. Yes, music fits in my hand.

Streetcorner Symphony

I have a soft spot for Rob Thomas. I don't know why. But I could listen to him all day. (And why doesn't he age?)

The wedding-article writer in me is fascinated by his 1999 wedding to his wife Marisol. Edwin McCain was there. And played "I'll Be" for their first dance. Um, amazing.

Summer of '69

In university, my roommate and I Googled Bryan Adams just to confirm that he, in fact, does remember the summer of '69. Turns out he was 10. For the mathematicians out there, that makes him 50 this year.

I wonder how many people have Googled me....

Sweet Home Alabama

Sounds like summer. Straight-up. And I'm not even from the South.

All Summer Long

And because of the above song, I love Kid Rock's summer ditty that rhymes "different things" with "funny things." I think he'd be a fun BBQ guest. I'm sure Kid grills a mean burger. (Just keep him away from the "funny things.")

Bucket

When my friend first told me about this song, I didn't believe her. "A hole in my bucket"? Really? Apparently, yes.

Oh, Canadian Idol. Look what you've done.

BONUS:

Kiss a Girl

One day I'll try to explain why I think "kiss" is one of the greatest words a songwriter has in his arsenal. It's the K, that hard, sucker-punching consonant. That same K makes the F-word such a strong and strategic vocabulary choice. (Okay, so I just explained it. Wasn't that difficult.) "Kiss" is sweet and powerful and makes your head spin. All in ONE SYLLABLE.