Summer; summertime when we were young; so many memories; mostly care free. First romances. Friends. Exciting times. For me The Jersey Shore, New York’s Greenwich Village were significant. Running away from home immersed in an artistic time I call my “Paris Experience”; love and lovers; great opportunities lost and gained. All this before realities: Army, danger in decadence, vulnerabilities . . .
The hottest time of year evokes memories of tropical nights along the Mediterranean Sea on the Costa Brava in Spain.; so romantic so magical. Looking down from a cliff top cafe sipping gin and coke with good friends and a lover. Could be there or Baja California, Hawaii or an island in the Caribbean.
Hardly a songwriter cannot allow too much time to pass without having a nostalgic day; a romantic mood; relishing a fond memory. The warm Arizona nights triggered the mood that contributed to a project “Tropical Nights” when I visited several years back. Still evokes sweet images for me. Maybe the song will trigger some emotions in you as well.
There is nothing more exciting to a night owl than seeing the sunset and knowing there is an exciting night ahead. Friends and lovers meeting at a favorite club, dance venue or long anticipated concert. Even when I was heading for a gig the excitement often flooded my imagination.