This month’s Spotify playlist is how August feels to me, in 20 songs. In my mind, August feels a bit like dancing at a bar at 1:30 AM on a Saturday. You’re tired, you’re sweaty, you know it’s almost over, and yet still you’re all WAITWAITCOMEONONEMORESONGONEMOREDRINKIWANTTHISTOLASTFOREVER and then the next thing you know it’s the next morning (or the fall) and everything the night (months) before feels like a heatstroke fever dream.
You know what I mean? August, man. Sexy, frenzied, overheated August.
Come on! Just a little longer, August!