Hot damn. We’re gonna kill two little chirping birdies with one errant stone: a summer song, and one from a band playing this weekend (Sunday, to be exact).

This track, from Portland’s Nurses, isn’t quite going to be one of those bouncy, “Hey Ya!” hits of summer. This one simply sounds like summer. And by God, that counts.

It’s like being stoned at the river, swirling around in the underwater currents. Were you to open your eyes, everything would appear soupy and distorted. Blurry eyes. Sunbeams bent by the liquid. The strange underwater sound that’s both zen-like in it’s quiet and consuming as it surrounds you…

What?

Who cares. Go with it. It’s sunny out. Throw a couple beers in the backpack, pump up those half-flat bike tires, fire up a joint and spend all day and all night outside. Ride to shows. Ride to nowhere. See what you see. Relax in what you don’t. That’s where you’ll find me. Slow down time.

Again?

Yes.

Sunday, take the sucker and a couple of friends down to Satyricon to see Nurses, who are by far the sweetest Portland band nobody knows about. But my God, it wont last long. This could be their summer. There’s just no way once people hear and see these young idealistic, lovers of life they’ll be able to turn away. Plus these goddamn kids can write some songs. The song I’m posting, and the ones on their myspace are slightly funky demos, but live, the band really shines. They’ve been performing for years and they’ve got it down. Plus the two newest members (bass and drums, who are not featured on the these tracks) really add something to the picture. I’m telling you: Nurses, Sunday. It’s love.

Also, if you head over here to Brown Paper Tickets, you can save a few bucks by buying in advance. Word up.

Listen: “Apple’s Acre”