Sun is so hot

A band from Berlin, a pub in the village, and a summer evening that was still bright at 10 p.m. I was on my third pint of Murphy’s stout when the singer silenced the room. She stepped onto one of the small tables — red plastic top, sticky with spilled beer — and without missing the beat of her one-line refrain, sang: “Sun is so hot, we slept.” In black stiletto shoes, she lurched from table to…