During my days and nights of drinking, it wasn’t the physical hangover that bummed me out from time to time (though those did hurt, especially the tail-whip ones, wherein just when you thought you were ok, a wave of nausea came on like the last minute tail-whip of that demon in ‘Lord of the Rings‘ that took Gandalf the Gray) it was the emotional hangovers that left me confused and scared and defeated. One of the things that made quitting drinking an easy choice was the determination to never again waste a morning – particularly a summer morning – lost in that hazy fog. One need not quit drinking entirely to avoid such a state – one just needs to avoid drinking to excess. My past was all about the excess, so I fell prey to losing many a morning.
If there’s a cure for thisI don’t want it, I don’t want itIf there’s a remedyI’ll run from it, from it
Think about it all the timeNever let it out of my mind‘Cause I love you…
Turning this into a musical moment for summer involves injecting a bit of Diana Ross disco into the scene, which lends its own fabulousness with nary a drop of liquor. It begins in slow fashion, the way one typically wakes, with or without a hangover to be honest, and slowly insinuates the embrace of losing oneself to love, and the regret or recreation of falling in such a way. Reminiscent of sweaty fever-dreams, and the secretive desires that summer holds within the folds of her gossamer wardrobe, the song is a hypnotic exploration of the morning-after, whatever the night before might have been.
To that end, it is magical – an extended musical trail that rises and falls, offering twists and turns and the ultimate disco-abandon of Ms. Ross at the dawn of the 1980’s. Summer is the best time to lose oneself to the decadence and debauchery that youth affords, and I have absolutely no regrets about digging deeply into that lavender haze.
‘Cause, if there’s a cure for this, I don’t want itDon’t want it (love to love you, sweet)Love to love you, sweet
Sweet love, I love youSweet love, need loveBad love, sweet love hangoverI don’t want no cureSweet love, love hangoverLove hangover
