Hot town, summer in the cityBack of my neck gettin’ dirt’ and grittyBeen down, isn’t it a pity?Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the cityAll around, people looking half-deadWalkin’ on the sidewalk, hotter than a match headThe Lovin’ Spoonful, 1966 Summers are getting hotter. Since that distant summer of ‘66, when The Lovin’ Spoonful…
Some route and food memories by Brane
