All is hinting of summer's end-- festivals slowing, thunderstorms looming, and day drinking far less prevalent. Summer is still well and alive at my place, and that's why I shall refuse to believe it. With a record player handy, enough lights on to blow a fuse, and a beer or two, or three on hand, I will be forever blinded from fall's coming appearance. This playlist has kept me in my summer bubble thus far, and I plan to keep it on repeat for quite sometime as a preventative mechanism for reality. I can still dream, can't I?