# those slow sad heavy summertime blues **i.** boy is it ever flocking hot to pause and reconsider the rock n' roll adage that "there ain't no cure for the summertime blues." a playlist and commentary > and everything depends upon > how near you stand to me > ~ morrissey curse the summer and everything to do with it. all the pollution and stupidity. all the apparently fun™ activities and nice places to visit that i simply can't afford. all the rich thin people floating on by beaming because of unchecked whiteness. smirking at my disgusting threadbare tshirt clinging to my fat frame you poreless plastic mothers are lucky i'm just too goddamn hot and depressed to reply in unkind it's starting to get sweaty again this year; one suspects the uk will soon be borderline unendurable. oven hot air with zero movement. and i am still still stuck in this shitty overpriced rented shoebox at night with gnats and mosquitoes buzzing round my violent idiot head. can't sleep. almost too angry. sticky tacky legs. empty hours upon hours staring at the still unfamiliar ceiling feeling nothing but uselessly horny and hopelessly frustrated. without direction. watching youtube till the early hours. can't even put on a pan of water for coffee less i make the flat even more of an oven unceasingly feeling that aggressive summertime nothingness - a dull hard baked blankness reminding me of all those days alone when young. so long ago it's just.. dead. sitting on the dusty kerbs of that terminally boring housing estate down south staring at red brick suburbia and those baking slate rooftops which never ended. they just went on forever into the hazy distance. no friends. nobody to talk to. wishing i was anywhere else but here. summertime and severe existential depression always go sweaty hand in hand tonight i installed two mosquito screens on the windows so i could push them wide open and hope for a semblance of a breeze to cool this awful amazingly poorly insulated flat. (like countless thousands of other shitty badly designed and badly built cubes-not-a-home in the mirthless uk we bake in summer and freeze in winter.) here i sit on the sofa in my underpants typing this wishing i had two things; a tub of icecream and someone to talk to my better half is away tonight travelling north to intern the ashes of her mother. my left nipple is itchy and i can feel i've already got a midge bite on my left temple. (the bastards swarm in from the 'nature bandaid' bushes below which surround the flat. bushes which the brain challenged geniuses at the local council pathologically feel they must send around idiots to strim and leaf blow every two flocking weeks throughout the summer. whether or not they actually need it) **ii.** the single most important underlying message of this awful season of heat and sorrow: leave! do not say goodbye or weep inside like some clown but simply depart and don't look back. gently but firmly shut the front door behind you switch all life support cooling fans to full blast and get back to your (/'big science') projects. to leave immediately upon arriving is good but to never have left is infinitely better **iii.** once again despite my best efforts my slow sad summer memories turn to you *sigh* baby i'm ready to bang like a screen door in a hurricane. the mere thought of you in that figure hugging bathing costume i once saw you in. it makes the very ashes of my suburban soul weep perfect tears of desert salt. i am not a happy puppy. i am silently crying out for any signs of life on this lonely horizon of dead dry summer. an hyper banal existence more desiccated and useless than a mummy's asshole. life's toothpaste tube rolled flat by a runaway existential steamroller to nowhere. if i were any more bored right now i'd implode into a black hole. flock the summer. autumn is where it's at **iv.** bob's ultimate playlist of sad summer songs in which you were after certain songs that somehow evoke summer's heavy slow sad unrequited blues. (there's more than a few obvious ones in here but stick with it. i'm simply too dim tired fat bald skint and sweaty to try any harder.) this one goes out for anyone who simply can't stand the goddamn summer * higgs boson blues - nick cave & the bad seeds * sad memory - buffalo springfield * in the summertime - bob dylan * please please please let me get what i want - the smiths * bend to the road - calexico * cruel highway - the texas toad lickers * april come she will - simon & garfunkel * urge for going - joni mitchell * merciful - nils petter molvaer * générique / so what - miles davis * september - david sylvian * ghost of love - david lynch * paris texas - ry cooder * sleep walk - santo & johnny * the warmth of the sun - the beach boys * indian summer - friedemann * dear mr. fantasy - traffic * eyes of a stranger - payola$ * wave of mutilation - pixies * summer kisses winter tears - julee cruise * summer's almost gone - the doors * white sands - patrick o'hearn * who knows where the time goes - fairport convention * wicked game - chris isaak * the boys of summer - don henley * almost cut my hair - crosby stills nash & young * can't find my way home - blind faith * dead flowers - townes van zandt * i'm on fire - bruce springsteen **example reference links** * reader's digest: 7 easy ways to cool down an overheating phone * scitechdaily: grim global warming milestone: record loss of greenland ice in 2019 - 532 billion ton * yahoo news: uk heatwave breaks 59-year record for most consecutive 34c days * harper's bazaar: men have no friends and women bear the burden // republic of bob