And, I guess it might be and I guess if it is, it’s kind of genius but I don’t know, man and I guess I don’t want to because Summer in Pain is such a shameless pleasure to bask in, it’d be a real sin to learn the whole goddamn thing was a scam.
So let’s just imagine it isn’t and that Jimmy Whispers really is just some odd-luck kid with an organ and an iPad and a 4 track and a bird or a cat or a turtle named “Oslo” who likes basketball and graveyards and sees no reason songs should be about anything other than love, death, drugs, sex, death and love and maybe some alien encounters now and then or apocalypse youth or food…you know, the basic human stuff that makes us spiral up and down like go-go beans on some late model Ford astral projection machine.
Because I can relate to that, man and I think we all can, try as we might to be better than our bone need to dance and sing like children waving to the good witch who didn’t sink and now writes Lucy in the sky every night because diamonds are The Fool’s firmament.
It’s all gray matter cling and melody, true to you as a typewriter monkey and I’ll be goddamned if I can find something better to crawl into my sick bed beside or kick up to jam out the next bonfire, high as hell on Gidget pride.
Summer in Pain Track List:
2. I Love You
4. Heart Don’t Know
5. Pain In My Love
6. Michael, Don’t Cry
7. I Get Lost In You In The Summertime
8. Keeping Me High
9. (Summer In Pain)