"Summer Breeze" Won't Blow for America Anymore

Decades of destructive social engineering campaigns and banking & monetary policy that decimated the dollar means the "simple life" in classic American songs will now be a distant fantasy.

Something I rarely get a chance to talk about on my platform is my love for music.

I’m very passionate about music as an artform; I collect a lot of it and my musical tastes are very diverse. But what I’m particularly fond of is classic American music from before the days where it was very intentionally commodified and degraded into the degenerative social engineering propaganda that it is today (a process that started in roughly the late 1980s and early 1990s.)

From the 1930s to the early 1980s, American music was probably the finest in the world in terms of its innovativeness, diversity artistic expression, and songwriting quality.

That’s not to say there was no propaganda present in music of the time – there was a ton of it, in fact – but on the whole, music was much more representative of real people in real America, expressing themselves artistically in response to the tumultuous and ever-changing cultural backdrop of 20th century America.

And the music itself was just so much freaking better!

That said, I often lose myself in vintage music; as I write this in fact, I’m listening to a lengthy playlist of 1930s and 1940s American music I’ve been putting together for years.

But another musical high point in American history that I don’t think anyone would disagree with even today was from the mid-1960s to the early 1970s.

Much of America’s most recognizable and culturally significant music came from this small time period, which is perhaps surprising because socially America was being ripped apart by race riots, anti-war protests, economic crisis, and so much political violence and instability that some observers weren’t even sure America as a nation would survive it.

Against a backdrop like that, music tends to take two routes: one is expression, where music gives a voice to the cultural mood (a great example of this is Revolution by the Beatles, recorded in 1968, but there are countless other examples from the time period); but the other is escapism, where music whisks you away to another world entirely, one of pure blissful experience and emotion.

The former captures the social mood and moves with it; the other ignores it or defies it completely, and thrives on imagination (which is why some of the most beautiful songs, not to mention other art and literature, has emerged from a time of major war, social upheaval, or economic depression.)

When I indulge in listening to this vintage music I love so much, I usually keep in mind what was happening in the world when the song was written and recorded. This not only keeps me connected to history, but it makes my listening experience so much richer.

As I was doing this recently, I came upon a song I’ve heard countless times, but it hit me altogether differently this time – and I must confess, even got me a bit emotional. Because I had a sudden realization while listening to the lyrics that hit me like a ton of bricks.

The song is a phenomenal example of American songwriting that still gets plenty of airplay today, and you’ve probably heard it: Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts, recorded in 1972. This song is in several of my playlists, but in this instance, I heard it as part of a Vietnam War-based playlist (one including only music from while America was involved in combat operations in Vietnam, from 1965-1972; it’s astonishing how much music changed during this time.)

The original album cover of East of Ginger Trees, the Seals & Crofts album where Summer Breeze appeared in 1972.

So that you can experience this amazing song, I’m going to attach links to three phenomenal versions of it, including one that is not well-known, but is tied with the original as my favorite. I’m also including the lyrics, because analyzing them is going to become very important, as you’ll see in a minute. (I hope you’ll listen along before reading the rest of the article; it’s a phenomenal song, but the lyrics will be so much better coming from these amazing artists than just reading them on a screen!)

Original version by Seals and Crofts

Popular Cover version by The Isley Brothers

Obscure Cover version by The Main Ingredient (I love this one.)

What has always struck me about this song is that it’s so peaceful and pleasant, despite coming out against the backdrop of a society experiencing much crisis. It simply describes a pleasant Friday afternoon in summer, from the perspective of a man coming home from work to his woman – and that’s it. That’s the whole song.

The entire scene being described probably lasts all of a minute; it’s practically just a snapshot in time. And in terms of content, it is frankly probably one of the most mundane songs from the entire period; perhaps in American history.

And yet, it is so profound precisely because it is such a mundane, routine moment in time – but the kind of simple, happy moment every man would absolutely cherish. The kind of moment that makes life for a man truly worth living.

However, what made me so sad hearing it the last time around was that, despite it perhaps being a common and even mundane experience at the time, it is also the exact kind of moment that extremely few men will ever experience again in their lives.

To understand this, we need to explore the lyrics, so lets start by unpacking the first verse:

See the curtains hangin′ in the window

In the evening on a Friday night

A little light a-shinin' through the window

Lets me know everything′s all right

In this scene, a man is coming home from work on a Friday evening in summer. The light emanating from the window gives him a sense of peace and reassurance; we’ll see why in just a moment. Let’s check out the chorus:

Summer breeze makes me feel fine

Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind

Summer breeze makes me feel fine

Blowin' though the jasmine in my mind

Now we know it’s summer, and for whatever reason jasmine is on his mind. He may be referring to jasmine, the very fragrant flower that is in bloom throughout the summer, or to a woman named Jasmine (we aren’t told, but this adds to the song’s intrigue.)

On to the second verse:

See the paper layin′ on the sidewalk

A little music from the house next door

So I walk on up to the doorstep

Through the screen and across the floor

Now we know he lives in a house, not an apartment or any other dense housing. He has a paper awaiting him (getting the newspaper used to be a common and generally very pleasant part of a daily routine for men at the time), and the music from the house next door seems to create a happy environment on this summer afternoon.

Now we hit the bridge, and the song really starts plucking heartstrings:

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine′s in bloom

July is dressed up and playing her tune

And I come home from a hard day's work

And you′re waiting there

Not a care in the world

Now we know the man in the song is coming home from work to a woman who likely does not work, and seems to be in a very pleasant disposition, having “not a care in the world.”

This man seems to be able to provide fully for his woman, who does not need to work, and he sounds like he is a homeowner; but the paper by the door indicates he is otherwise just a regular guy, in a regular working-class neighborhood.

Now the final verse:

See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen

Through cookin′ and the plates for two

Feel the arms that reach out to hold me

In the evening when the day is through

Emotionally, the song peaks here after the build-up of mostly a routine afternoon, to the moment where he finds his woman happily preparing dinner for them both, and is so happy to see him return home from work she reaches out to embrace him. The song ends here, but we know a happy, relaxing evening awaits him and the woman he loves – and who obviously loves him.

That’s it; that’s the whole song! But what is extraordinary is that this is basically just a snapshot from the life of a normal working man in a happy and stable relationship, and yet it is a moment so beautifully inspiring that it warranted having an entire song written about it (and not just any song, but one of America’s greatest, and which was covered multiple times by other artists as a result.)

In 1972, this would have been genuinely reflective of a normal, working-class American man’s life, but at that one, particular moment of the day where “all the hard work becomes worth it” – coming home to his family. While at the time this would have been a common experience for millions of American men, it was not any less special or meaningful.

Today, it is 2025; 53 years later. In that time, feminist propaganda has radically transformed the lifestyle and behavior of the vast majority of American women, and their expectations in relationships. At the same time, American banking and monetary policy has decimated the U.S. dollar’s buying power and wages. As a result, the entire situation described in this song, despite how mundane it may have been at the time, has been made all but extinct.

Today, the idea of a woman even wanting to be a stay-at-home-wife is quite rare; most women want their own careers, and desire a great degree of independence. They want their own jobs, their own money, and their own living spaces, and they are willing to work very hard to get them; in many cases, taking multiple jobs in order to maintain their sense of “freedom” (and they do not seem to see the paradoxical irony in that statement at all!)

Women today are far from “not having a care in the world”; they have many financial, workplace, and social stresses, but they seem to think avoiding any commitment in relationships is worth the exchange, so most young women are gladly doing it. As a result, for a man to even find a woman who would consent to the lifestyle represented in this song would be extraordinarily difficult.

But some do exist; however, the economic situation in America today has made life vastly more expensive than it was in the 1970s. There are countless statistics about this that I won’t expound on here, but the bottom line is that, for a man to be able to afford his own home and to be a full financial provider to a female partner is very difficult today, and very few men would be able to afford it (and that number is constantly declining as the dollar continues its downfall.)

As a result, few men will ever be able to find a woman like the one in the song (especially one that can and is willing to cook!); if they could, it’s unlikely they would be able to afford it; and even in the increasingly unlikely situation they could find both of these things in today’s world, they will have to earn ever more money every year just to maintain the same lifestyle.

What is so profound about this is that, in only two generations, this song has gone from being a snapshot of an average working-class man’s life, living out a moment that is a special one, but one likely to be repeated hundreds or even thousands of times in his life, to now describing a moment that most American men in the future will never experience in their lives at all.

The ever-increasing onslaught of both social engineering and economic warfare against working and middle class Americans by our own elites ensures that once perfectly common experiences like having a stay-at-home wife, owning a home, and having a single 40-hour-a-week M-F job that can support it all are, or will soon be, extinct.

With that, this song has crossed over from one category to another – from being expressive of real life at the time, to being a fantasy of dream-like escapism today – only with the passage of time.

And it has happened in my own lifetime; having been born in the 1980s, I recall that song even as a child (my mom loved it), but I certainly never thought of it as some kind of unattainable fantasy dream life, in the way that modern rap songs with the endlessly boring imagery of yachts, Bugattis, and hundreds of slutty women are.

Summer Breeze simply seems like a nice afternoon that hopefully every man would, at some point, be able to establish as his daily routine – and yet, with the trajectory that society is on now, most young men today will never experience that in their lives even once.

It never hit me until hearing it again recently, but that beautiful song, one of my all-time favorites, somehow became a tragedy; not a snapshot in time of a regular man’s life, but a memorial of a bygone era that, sadly, may never exist in that country again.

Who is responsible for all this, however? That, I explain at length in the rest of my content; so subscribe and stay tuned.