When New York City went straight from March to July in about 48 hours last week, people started saying, "Okay--it's officially summer."
PEOPLE: Okay--it's officially summer.
ME: Nope. Sorry.
PEOPLE: What do you mean, sorry? Tuesday we were using a space heater; Thursday we had to turn on the air conditioner. That is summer, pal.
ME: Au contraire, pops. Or is that vox pops? No matter. It is not summer until I pull out my double album vinyl copy of the original Broadway cast album of Two Gentlemen of Verona and listen to it all the way through.
PEOPLE: What's vinyl?
ME: I mean my double cassette.
PEOPLE: Your what?
ME: Okay, the CD reissue.
PEOPLE: "CD?" These words you use--what language are they?
ME: They're obslete English words for ancient forms of mp3 files.
Yes, music. And it seriously does not feel like summer to me until I play this. So here are half a dozen songs from the (insert preferred musical deivery system here). If you listen closely, you'll hear me whistling them on the street.
Two Gentlemen of Verona
Where's North?/Bring All The Boys Back Home
Love's Revenge (Reprise)
Calla Lily Lady
Where's North (Exit Music)