You know Valentina, I was so THRILLED to see summer on it's way out until I read your post here. Now I think maybe there was something I was missing.

Must ponder this!

(everytime I think of romantic summer songs I think of that Richard Marx song "Endless Summer Nights" -or something like that- and then I SERIOUSLY ache for fall!)

ARGH BLARGH! Richard Marx! I'd seriously forgotten about him. Whatta mullet.

Truly, there are more really crappy romantic songs than not. Do a search on Amazon for the "best romantic songs" compliation CDs and look at the selections. I would shriek all the way through most of them like I'd been exposed to a lineup of ugly feet with French pedicures. Or, I'd get a honking headache like I'd been exposed to a jugful of gardenia and civet. If I was in a semi-romantic funk and had to listen to the best love ballads of the 70' and '80's, it would be like that Peanuts cartoon when Linus was crying. Lucy comes around and whaps him with a club and announces that there's nothing like some good pain to take your mind off of what's bothering you.

However, when I get in a mood like last night, listening to Billie or Ella can render me weepy. Weirdly, I started listening to Tierney Sutton (another great modern jazz singer) do her rendition of Frank Sinatra songs, and something about the Frank attitude (even as interpreted by a woman with a very pretty voice) makes me want to buck up and take it like a man.

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There was a woman on my flight from PDX to SFO with hair frosted to within an inch of its life, talking away on her pink Motorola Slvr phone (or whatever it's called) with everyone she knew, wearing gold kitten heeled shoes, proudly displaying obnoxious "helpless female" behavior, and, yeah, wait for it, french manicured feet. BLAH!

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I'm more of a fall/winter girl, but I agree with inkdarkmoon, you've made me actually wistful for a season I'm usually rushing to get through.

Because I have strange, grab what you can out of the pile in the basement (because we haven't organized our CDs yet) musical taste, my wistful/introspective soundtrack is currently peppered with the likes of Lyle Lovett, XTC, Tori Amos, and Neko Case. And of course They Might Be Giants.

My youth was spent being impressively histrionic in small bursts that left no aftertaste. There are few things I regret other than not having been more "of the moment" at the time of various milestone events. I've always had a niggling sense of potential detachment running through my life like a binding thread. Like I'm really the audience to my life's play.

Hm. Well I just talked myself into a really thinky place.

PS just wanted to add, because otherwise this comment is just All About Me, that I really admire you for being a well rounded deep thinker/feeler. More than that, you can put those percolating thoughts and emotions to words that communicate it to the rest of us. This post is a perfect example of that.