Feel the soft breeze kissing your cheek in the warm and salty air.
Feel the warm sand scrunching between your toes.
See a rolling blue-green-gray wave reflect a pier.
You squint into the late-day sun as it melts into the ocean like an effervescent fireball, its orange rays glistening like fire-ice on the everlasting and changeless seas.
Some bitchin’ chick walks by, surfboard in hand, leaving in her wake a dream-girl essence of pure desire and the scent of suntan lotion. (OK, so she’s got a dragon tatoo on her shoulder, but doesn’t she look great?)
Or that bleach-blondie surfer dude – yeah, that one over there. He’ll either spend his life in the oil business (“Mornin’ sir – pump your gas, check your oil?”), or in communications (“Ahhh, that’s two tacos and an order of fries. Anything to drink with that?”), or, just maybe – if President Obama doesn’t take all his hard-earned cash and “spread it around” – in ten years sell his start-up Internet web-marketing firm for billions.
I know who you are.
I know what you want.
You want to feel great. You want to be uplifted. And more than that, you want to crank up some groovin’ beach tune and dance around the room like a raving lunatic.
Well your wish is The Great White Shank’s command.
Ladies and gentlemen – one of the best damned surfin’ songs ever recorded – “Mexico”, by The Sandals. Let’s all sing along!
Oh when I ride with my friends surfin’ by my side
Watching the coast and
Making the most of every wave we ride
That’s the skyOh when I think of all the places I haven’t been
All of the beaches are waiting for me
Where no one’s ever been
It’s just a dream…
It’s just a dream…
Hey, hey!Why not take a ride
To some other destination?
Let your soul go high
Your imagination just as far
And just as high!Oh when I think of all the places I’ve been
West coast, East coast
Probably the most
But not exclusively so
I love Mexico
It’s just a dream…
Hey!It’s just a dream…
And so – at least for today – it is just a dream.
God, I’d love to be able to play guitar like that.
In my senior yearbook we had put our ambition by our picture…here’s mine, “Surf all morning, drag race all afternoon, dance all night”. Still sounds like the perfect life to me. I imagined myself to be a California Surfer Girl all through high school and even wanted to go to UCLA (1966). When my dad heard that he said, “NO child of mine will ever go to a liberal, commie, pinko school that has Angela Davis as a professor!!!!”. End of that dream because being able to live to see 19 was in imminent danger if I ever mentioned UCLA again. And yet, I still dream and imagine being that surfer girl today and love all surf music, surf movies,surfer dudes (I melt every time I see Laird…sooooooooooooo hot). When one stops dreaming, one stops living…dream on dude/dudettes.
Comment by Jana — October 23, 2008 @ 5:11 am
Well don’t give up hope, Jana. If Barack Obama becomes president you still might get that liberal commie pinko professor as a President.
Then we’ll all need more surf music for our daily distraction. 🙂
Comment by The Great White Shank — October 27, 2008 @ 1:33 am