Summer Madness

Warm room, nobody wants to leave: that’s the whole assignment, and most records fail it by trying to be a sunset instead of a temperature.

Summer Madness is L.T. Drifta for that exact hour: Vancouver late, jazz and soul in the flips, the windows still open because the night hasn’t decided to cool off. Hands framing a view you don’t need a caption for. I put this on when the light in the kitchen goes gold and I start pretending I have plans I don’t have.

Press play before the air changes. You’ll know when it’s over because you’ll want it not to be.