The Month In Music: August
long after you leave school days behind, it still feels like the last hour of freedom—as if the number 31 on the calendar waits as a resounding death knell.
We're wise to grasp at each of August's amber hours with gaunt desperation. Numbed by the dull heat day after day, it can pass us by without warning.
The Lion and The Virgin dance together in the thick night air. When the grey morning of September arrives, they'll hardly recognize each other.
Eyes should strain to take in their fill, lips should search for the last, fat drip of nectar—wring out every drop. You'll forget this all soon enough.
These were my most-played songs of August.