Golden summer hallucinations are nothing new to these parts. Summer has a way of insinuating itself in the mind, burning and seering an imprint upon the brain, indelible and required for winter survival later in the year. We let it make a mark now so we will remember then. Winters are brutal without it.
A modern spin on the 70’s vibe that our Solid Gold Summer has previously embodied, this is the Tensnake Remix of Duo Lipa’s infectious ‘Hallucinate’, which brings that gloriously tacky decade into the modern musical landscape, melding summers past, present, and future as we look to the next stage of our SG Summer. Are you ready to funk the fuck out? Let the baseline shake you…
What goes best with music? Fragrance, of course, and none better than Tom Ford’s Soleil line, which finds coconut heat and tropical fanfare colliding for some 70’s coded cocoa butter brilliance. ‘Soleil Blanc‘ gets all the notice, but I find something more compelling about the flankers ‘Soleil Brulant‘ and ‘Soleil Feu‘.
Body make you silly, make you do what I want
Oh, baby, I can make it pretty, I could string you along
But I’mma love you like a fool
Breathe you in ’til I hallucinate
No, I couldn’t live without your touch
No, I could never have too much
I’ll breathe you in forever and ever
Hallucinate, yeah
I hallucinate when you call my name
Got stars in my eyes and they don’t fade when you come my way
I’m losing my m-m-m-mind, m-m-m-mind
M-m-m-mind, m-m-m-mind
I hallucinate when you call my name
Got stars in my-
Losing oneself in the pool, in the music, in the perfume – summer causes hallucinations, a suspended state of hazy unreality, some trickery of water and light and shadow and brilliance, some spell cast by fragrance and sound and sensual effect. It’s dangerously easy to get lost just below the surface, to lose one’s mental footing, so to speak, similar to the way sharks enter tonic immobility when turned upside down. A state of peaceful paralysis that is like the call of a killer siren. You want to release and let yourself go because it feels so good, even as part of you knows there is danger ahead, and probably not that much farther ahead. Still, you keep swimming into the pleasure, into the peace, into the summer decadence. ‘Tis the damn season.
Wanna be right where you are
Let’s go dancing in the dark
Don’t wait, you can push to start
Lose control
Kill me slowly with your kiss
Wrap me ’round your fingertips
Damn, I need another hit
Make me lose my mind
