There’s the summer song that we’re all familiar with: the blow-up pop hit that demands that we strip to our bikinis and mankinis, frolic on the beach, and bounce from party to party all night long, possibly tanked on whatever lab-invented elixir confuses the boundaries between Kool-Aid and turpentine. Katy Perry, Ke$ha, Britney Spears, LMFAO are all skilled practitioners at this variety of the summer song.
But there’s another type of song, often overlooked though it’s just as true to the season. It's the wistful summer song, the song that knows that as soon as the fiery ball of the sun emerges, it’s already fading. It’s the jam to play when you’re cleaning out your car in the fall, and you find sand in the backseat, and you remember an old crush, a certain road trip, a moment in time that you’ll never get back but it was sweet, wasn’t it?
Best Coast, Big Star, even Don Henley’s chestnut “Boys of Summer,” if it’s not inextricably linked in your mind with your Rite-Aid shopping experiences, are all maestros of the sunset tune. The Beach Boys, of course, were masters at flipping between surf’s up summer and bittersweet California dream, often from one bar to the next.
Enter Eleanor Friedberger, the sister half of the musically rambunctious sibling duo known as the Fiery Furnaces, into the fray of nostalgic, September-cometh-too-soon heart pangers. "Last Summer," Friedberger’s first solo album, which drops next week, is a set of 10 songs that rifles through days long gone but not carried away by the tides of memory.