I’m going to play a song for you, but first I want you to picture this. You’re at a garden party in someone’s backyard on a Sunday afternoon. It’s late summer. The men are in light linen suits, and their jackets have been abandoned over the backs of wooden chairs that sit in groups, unoccupied around the yard. The women are barefoot, wearing floral dresses, their shoes tossed aside. The sun is mellowing and the light coming through the trees has a pink tinge. The grass is a bit long, and a little breeze makes it sway and tickle people’s ankles. Everyone has had too much champagne. Under an apple tree, a woman and a man are slow dancing, cheeks pink.
OK now listen. It’s “Don’t Make Me Hold Your Hand” by Lake Street Dive. You’re going to love it.