People like to knock the suburbs, myself including. However, now that I am living in suburbia I try to make the best of it. One of the advantages to living here is being able to take a leisurely drive on a Saturday morning though leafy neighborhoods while I feel the summer breeze toss my hair about. I was doing that yesterday while running some errands while listening to Belle and Sebastian's Push Barman To To Open Old Wounds rarities compilation. It was a quietly sublime experience, especially when "I Know Where The Summer Goes" came on.
It's a low-key, quiet song with little organ swells and some yearning strings. Stuart Murdoch sings it in his high, almost strained style, giving it a frail, human touch. Despite coming from dark and rainy Scotland, I find Belle and Sebastian to be some of my favorite summertime music. Its languid quality reminds me of a gentle wind blowing through the curtains on a sunny June day. It also fits those aimless drives I love best, when I'm more interested in enjoying the scenes as they pass by than actually getting somewhere.
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