Can't set up a ceiling fan

This past weekend was the first time I believed summer. The unbearably high temperatures that we had a few weeks ago felt like a bluff, and a bad bluff at that. It was too hot, almost as though summer was trying too hard to make sure we knew it was there. But I wasn't buying it until this weekend, where it just suddenly felt normal and right to be in shorts, to have the air conditioner on and to have twice as many people out on the sidewalks at night.

So to celebrate these first believable days of summer as well as the return of my laptop, I'll offer up this instant-summer-classic song:

The Lucksmiths, "The Fog of Trujillo"

It amazes me that not only are the Lucksmiths not widely famous in the mainstream, but they're just now getting recognition on a wider indie level. They should be at least on the level of, say, Belle and Sebastian or the Decemberists, playing sold-out 9:30 shows instead of just more-packed-than-usual shows at DC9, and this song should be making everyone's summer mixes. I know it's cliche to say about any band that they should be huge, but cliches become cliches because they're true, and this is true: the Lucksmiths should be huge.

But that said, I'm still happy I get to see them at tiny little clubs. I just hope that once their careers are done, they suddenly have a massive retrospective success, like Nick Drake or the Velvet Underground and they'll retire millionaires.