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Summer Survival Guide 2014
- When the sun goes down, summer in Vegas gets a little more awesome
- DIY party pool: No lines, no cover, no dress code—and you’re always with the DJ
- 8 summer treats to eat right now
- Julian Serrano’s gazpacho is the ticket to mealtime refreshment
- Summer reading list: A mysterious outbreak, Sin City and the end of the world
- The Weekly Playlist: Summer Jams
- It’s hot in Las Vegas. Suck it up!
- The summer job that lasted more than a decade
New Order, “Age of Consent” When that ’80s organ kicks in, this track distills everything great about summer—it’s hopeful, it’s energizing and I never want it to end. –Ken Miller
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Kurt Vile, “Wakin on a Pretty Day” How better to laze by the pool than with this effortlessly buoyant 10-minute affirmation of life floating in the background? –Spencer Patterson
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The Moody Blues, “Tuesday Afternoon” Midwest summers bring humidity, green trees and billowy clouds interrupted by wet, gray horizons. After a long bitter winter, the visual drama of these barefoot days becomes the “fairyland” in this dreamy ’60s song. –Kristen Peterson
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Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Heads Will Roll” “Dance till you’re dead”—it’s the perfect summertime hook, and as for “glitter on the wet streets,” well, it doesn’t get much more Vegas than that. –Leslie Ventura
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Bob Marley, “Could You Be Loved” This song is sunshine on the dash, wind on skin, dancing with just your head and hands while driving nowhere in particular. Bob Marley asks and asks and asks his question, and the day suddenly feels full of answers. –Erin Ryan
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Musiq Soulchild, “Just Friends (Sunny)” Sweet, smooth and effortlessly laid-back, this song feels like the soundtrack to a summer flirtation. Best listened to with patio drinks, sunshine and slightly flushed skin. –Sarah Feldberg
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Marvin Gaye, “Got to Give It Up (Part 1)” With a funky disco beat, Marvin’s smooth falsetto and authentic party noise in the background, this ’70s chart-topper is the perfect jam to kick off your splash-bash soundtrack. Pair with a pitcher of margaritas and a bottle of Coppertone. –Mark Adams