Broken Summer
There’s something pathetic about starting a conversation about the weather. Everyone does it. But this summer the weather was just bad—gray, cold, refusing to arrive—and the whole season never showed up. You know it won’t come back either.
So I made a mixtape. Beach Fossils, Calvin Harris, Robyn. Three artists who together keep you moving through the dead hours. Beach Fossils give you that hazy, nostalgic thing—like you’re remembering summer instead of living in the broken one you got. Calvin Harris is bright in the way that actually works. Robyn’s been at this forever and knows exactly what a song needs.
I called it Broken Summer because that’s what it was. Not a season at all. Just the idea of one without the reality. The playlist doesn’t restore anything. But it convinces you for a while that summer still exists somewhere else.