The Boy of Summer
In the summertime / when the weather is hot / You can stretch right up / and touch the sky
-“In the Summertime” by Mungo Jerry
The bio on my Amazon author page begins with: “Born just two days before the start of summer, RjCook considers himself a child of the sun”. If you knew how true this was. Several days without warm sunshine and my energy level depletes dramatically, as does my mood. Somberness and reclusiveness take their dominant stance when I am deprived of my solar energy. This is moreso in the summer. I am one of countless millions who thrive in Ol’ Sol’s life-giving rays, when shorts and sleeveless tee-shirts are the daily uniform of choice. Cold weather and me do not agree, cold is for skiers, ice skaters, hunters, etc, and all of that is far removed from my willingness to participate.
I’m a gonna raise a fuss / I’m a gonna raise a holler. / About a–workin’ all summer / just to try and earn a dollar
-“Summertime Blues” by Eddie Cochran
Give me the season when bike riding is soul awakening, when hiking means taking in the elixir of Earth’s green and blue bounty, counting the stars in the milky way overhead without battling the bitter element of cold. The times I fell in love in my life were in the summertime, as were the sad stories of losing love. Then the love of my life appeared under summer skies and we swore our lifetime devotion to each other shortly after under the August sun.
Hot town, / summer in the city / Back of my neck / getting dirty and gritty
-“Summer in the City” by The Lovin’ Spoonful
Summer meant being free from the confines of the classroom, having our days back to roam the plains of our prairies. No more teachers, dirty looks.
That’s when I had / most of my fun back / High high high high there / Them summer days / those summer days
–“Hot Fun in the Summertime” by Sly and the Family Stone
There were carnivals and vacations with the kids, fishing and camping trips with good friends, road trips to new beginnings. Summer nights in the hometown of my youth meant wandering with a group of those I was close to, often meeting up with another group at the local park, and the night was on. Laughing and enjoying what life was offering, often until the sun came up.
I can tell you / my love for you / will still be strong / After the boys of / summer have gone
-“The Boys of Summer” by Don Henley
Being a musician and knowing other musicians, summer meant practicing in someone’s garage with the door open so we could strut our stuff, tasking our way through Born to Be Wild, or Mustang Sally. Then it was onto performing in a local park or playground where so many gathered to hear our band. Or it meant a journey into the city to catch a concert in Central Park, or the Fillmore East, or the Palladium…the list goes on. Later, summer nights meant the Capitol Theatre in Passaic where great music reigned supreme.
Summertime, / and the livin’ is easy. / Fish are jumpin’/ and the cotton is high
-“Summertime” from Porgy and Bess
The heat of the day brought the cool of the night and I felt free in spirit, bounded by nothing except the limits of my own passions and desires. Summer was a religious experience, presenting before me the blessed offerings of divine providence. The rays of a celestial body ninety-three million miles away were anathema to unkind thoughts I might have been harboring, peeling the death knell to any inklings of life being unfair.
Summer’s here / and the time is right / for dancin’ in the streets
-“Dancin’ in the Streets” by Martha and the Vandelas