First memory that comes to mind when I think "summer music":

When I was a little boy and my parents and another couple with 3 kids rented two cabins in the Santa Cruz Mountains for a week- Big Basin area, I think. The kids and I would spend the days at a huge public swimming resort called Forest Pools. Just carefree days of swimming and having fun. There was a jukebox that blasted a large variety of tunes all day long. Someone, for some reason, would continuously play "House of the Rising Sun" by The Animals. That song takes me right back to those days long ago.

Hey, I’m old too.


House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

------ organ solo ------

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one