As I neared the conclusion of writing the third part of the "Ninetysomething Days of Summer" edition, I realized 1992 could've easily been higher on this list. Although the summer of 1993 felt more like a coming-of-age season, the summer of '92 provided an ample foundation as it was the first all-around dope summer I ever experienced in twelve-years-and-75-cents of life. However, perhaps the biggest snub on this countdown could've been enough to propel this summer higher on the list: Boomerang. Now I could gush over how dope the soundtrack was--more on that later--but the movie was such a huge deal because of how much Black star power was involved between Eddie Murphy, Robin Givens, Halle Berry, Lela Rochon, Grace Jones, David Alan Grier, Martin Lawrence, Chris Rock, Tisha Campbell and the late, greats Eartha Kitt and Geoffrey Holder. Not to mention that after much pleading, Big Dadi Scribbler took me to see it on opening day--although we missed all of the previews (a moviegoer no-no) and narrowly made it in time. Despite no movie of that summer making as much of a dent in my memory bank as Boomerang, it still has a hard time beating these five reasons pleading the case for the summer of '92...
I remember WKYS 93.9 FM's "93 Days of Summer" campaign during my teenage years, which was cool because there were always ticket giveaways for the Budweiser SuperFest and numerous other events as well as a summer's worth of life-changing, season-defining music. However, those 93 days worth of excitement weren't just limited to good music. If part of a summer program, there were plenty of field trips to museums, swimming pools and amusement parks. If it involved just chilling around the way, there was a progression from playgrounds and sandboxes to balling at the court and playing endless games of Uno, I Declare War, Tonk and Spades. Although I was a bit more of a homebody between the ages of 8 and 14, I could never resist the temptation of the sun. So as an ode to dope music, warm weather and all of the spoils that accompany my second favorite season, I bring to you the "Ninetysomething Days of Summer" edition of my "Rave & Favorite Five". Despite going back and forth about which decade is my favorite between the 1980s and 1990s, I kick things off with the only summer from the 80s to make this countdown. Despite a largely forgettable winter and spring and the second most bittersweet fall of my life, the 94 days of the summer of '87 still added up to the year's best quarter by a landslide. Although other summers like 1990, 1996 and 2001 could've easily given 1987 a run for its money, this particular summer largely involved free fun and sentimentality. So without wasting any more precious blog post space, let's rewind the clock 29 years and dig into the five reasons why the summer of '87 made my list...
