Our day is filled with heat at this time of year. It
commands our attention and makes our work harder. As we toil, we
daydream not
about love or success, but things as mundane as shade and a cool
drink.
But though the oppressive
heat weighs on our brains and taxes our bodies, it is the price
we pay for
being allowed to spend time outdoors … and it has its one
singular consolation:
our summer evenings.
When the
sun goes down in
summer, it’s romantic enough to hug a cactus.
The recipe is simple;
keep the earth warm, but just bring out the stars and a soft
breeze that cools
the skin. Mix this with a fulmination of little night varmint
sounds of peeping
and chirping and croaking. And guitars. Whether we play them
ourselves or just
turn on the radio, it is a perfect setting for guitars.
Villalobos, Fernando
Sor, Tarrega, Randy Travis, Doc Watson, Steve Cormier.
We sit in brick-paved
patios with something cool and someone sweet and relax and talk
about dreams,
because on evenings like this, anything is possible. On nights
like this, it’s
difficult to decide whether remembering evenings like this in
the past is
better than anticipating those to come. All we really know is
that it sure is
nice to be here right now.
Tonight I’m going to see
if I can remember all the words to “Little Joe the Wrangler” and
find out if my
guitar is still in tune.
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Sponsored
by music of
genuine cowboy, singer, actor and retired college professor,
Steve Cormier.http://stevecormier.net/.