It was a warm night on a farm in rural Washington when I first heard “Thinkin Bout You” by Frank Ocean swooning on my cousin’s phone. I remember saying how I couldn’t believe a guy could hit those notes, the crowning heights of the song’s refrain a desperate, soprano plea.

By: Jonas Barnes Summer in NYC is a magical time. The clouds part, the locals wipe the sleep out of their eyes and the city comes alive in a way that you don’t get to see any other time of the year. The sun-drenched beaches fill with hard bodies, bikini-clad