The UK’s Guardian newspaper recently asked their music writers to pick the songs that soundtrack their Summer. One of the writers, Nosheen Iqbal, mentioned several Mariah tunes:
Nostalgia doesn’t get a look-in in the autumn – too many new albums being churned out – but high summer is a different ballgame. For one, I reckon it’s the only legit time to play one song on repeat to its tragic death (my preferred default position).
Mainly though, it’s the season of friendship. Endless Mariah Carey – Fantasy, Dreamlover, #Beautiful – on holiday; it’s the opening bars of All My Friends at the fag-end of all-nighters before squinting home in the sunshine; it’s the stupid grin I have every time I hear Robot Rock and remember my friend Tom, desperately needing a wee but trying to dance, when Daft Punk finally came onstage at Hyde Park in 2007.
Summer is also the time when living in London is at its most ideal: the city looks and feels much better when you’re walking through it all the time with your headphones on, or driving back in after a weekend in your hometown, having mastered the ideal playlist for Sunday at sunset on the M11.
Source: The Guardian