There are some songs meant to be heard on a tinny car radio driving down Pacific Coast Highway with the top down. That's southern California culture, for better or worse. Today it's for better. It's beautiful.
Here's my choice for song of the summer. It happens to be in America's second language, the one that's so common where I live that people don't even notice it. For folks like me who live in
the Southwest, it's as American as hot dogs and apple pie --- and tacos. Same thing for New Yorkers and Floridians. The idea that Hispanic culture is "foreign" is just ... incorrect.