Growing up I always looked forward to that one day of summer when the ends of my street would be roped off and the whole neighborhood would come out for the annual block party. Sure, it meant school was coming back to swap fun for none, but this day meant getting away with kissing all the girls and destroying things with all my friends far later into the night than we were normally allowed to stay up. Before I became disinterested with the general population, I was a very social nine year old who loved to talk to all the grown folk, eat more than my weight in BBQ and watermelon, and shake it to music my parents thought questionable. I no longer have those scraped knees from doing amazingly stupid tricks on my bike but in honor of the end of summer, here are two jams that speak for themselves.
1989/1990. I'm going to get ices.
CYNAR Jessica Springsteen
9 years ago



























