Today’s the first really hot day we’ve had here in Boston this year—projected high of 91º F, a record for the day. For you all in the South and Southwest who are thinking to yourself 91? That’s not even close to hot, I confess: I’m a cold weather person, and once it gets above 75, I start to wilt. (I was telling my dentist this yesterday, and he theorized that I was an Eskimo orphan and my parents never told me.)
Anyway, I started thinking about good records to put on to take one’s mind off of the heat, and I realized: I think of those in two categories. There’s naturally cold music that, to me, conjures the illusion of arctic wastelands or snow-covered bare trees or iced-over rivers. Here’s a few—some are obvious, some not.
My lovely wife says, for her, the orchestral versions of Strauss’s “Ruhe, meine Seele” and “Allerseelen,” along with Wolf lieder in minor keys, produce a nice chill.
But then, there’s an entirely separate category of music that is like air-conditioning—a sleek, technological cool that’s self-contained and unfailingly comfortable.
I’m a child of American excess: Concerto in F and “So What” it is. It’s a long weekend: any other suggestions? (Particularly on the pop side—I had to think to come up with those two examples.)