Cigarettes and Red Vines

It’s just that time of year. Aimee Mann has an odd summertime vibe, especially “Ghost World,” which captures that school’s-out-I’m-all-alone-with-nothing-to-do vibe. But tonight the firefly imagery of “Red Vines” crept into my head, and if you don’t know it, I’ll just have to give you some of the lyrics:
So you’re running ’round the parking lot
’til every lightning bug is caught
Punching some pinholes
In the lid of a jar
While we wait in the car
With cigarettes and Red Vines
Just close your eyes, ’cause, baby –
You never do know
And I’ll be on the sidelines,
With my hands tied,
Watching the show
I finally had some Red Vines a couple of years back, and I’ve gotta say, they must be an acquired Southern taste. It’s Twizzlers for me, baby.