Welp, this was recorded as part of the 24-hour WXPN #xpnsongchallenge. I wrote, recorded, performed and submitted this video within a 24-hour period starting at noon EDT on Saturday, June 1, 2024. I played the electric rhythm guitar, trumpet and keys. Absolutely no loops were used. Unfortunately, my USB camera started weirding out 3 days before I needed to make the video so I ordered a replacement that I didn't really get to test out. The combo of that along with my computer running very slowly lately meant that this video looks like something you would see on the Internet around 2005.

(NOTE: This is a revised edit of the live performance video I submitted to WXPN for the song challenge. I was under time constraints so I wasn't able to make it look a little better despite all the technical shortcomings. I think this version is a touch better.)

Summertime is here again Thanks for the warning It doesn’t do much for me Thanks, global warming The kids are all home from school Freedom is fleeting So very hard to keep it cool When I’m overheating

I hate to be so mean But it’s really not my scene In the sunshine, the sunshine Bring back the snow and cold Summer means I’m getting old And there’s no time, no time

From June into September There’s nothing much for me Just baseball, and some concerts and shows And weather so stormy Traffic is everywhere Nothing is moving Summer may not be my thing But this song’s kind of grooving…grooving

I hate to be so mean But it’s really not my scene In the sunshine, the sunshine Bring back the snow and cold Summer means I’m getting old And there’s no time, no time It happens every year The season that I fear I’m so tired, so tired Just want to be somewhere I can find some drier air I’m on fire, on fire

[SPOKEN WORD] OK, maybe I’m overstating how much I hate summer But I really don’t like it much Plus my birthday is in summer Anyway, figured I’d play my trumpet For the first time in over 40 years Let’s see how that goes

I hate to be so mean But it’s really not my scene In the sunshine, the sunshine Bring back the snow and cold Summer means I’m getting old And there’s no time, no time It happens every year The season that I fear I’m so tired, so tired Just want to be somewhere I can find some drier air I’m on fire, on fire