God, that Memoir. Bunch of jerks.
I MISS THE SUMMER I MISS THE SUMMER I MISS THE SUMMER THIS WINTER SUCKS IT’S COLD I CAN’T WEAR T-SHIRTS OR SHORTS OUT AND FORGET ABOUT WEARING SNEAKERS THAT SH*T WILL GET F*CKED IN THE SNOW.
Sorry. “Los Angeles” just triggers some very specific wants that can’t currently be fulfilled, including but not limited to:
— Windows-down driving
— Day drinking
— The sun being out at 9 PM
With a vibe as peppy and warm-weather as they come, the track is an ode to one city perfectly nestled between palm trees and mountain ranges. And jilted exes? There’s clearly a lot going on in Memoir’s mind, and we all benefit. It can’t be easy to make a track with such strong, conflicting emotions. The dichotomy kicks so much ass. And so does the LA collective.
Their upcoming project, Fire In Me, releases this spring so check back for more of their exploits.