What a day, she says as we cruise the curb along the sea front.
You can see for miles and miles, you say as you see out to sea.
There’s no horizon today. The blue stretches up as far as your eyes can take the sun’s scorching rays.
Your arm hanging on the side of the jeep comfortably toasts as you pat the side to the beat of the stereo. Brand new tape, brand new sounds, brand new day.
The excitement building as you get close to the beach, the thrill of your friends being there with you. The food, the drinks, the hot jocks never getting tired of running and flexing all day. What could be better?
The vehicle parks with a jolt and you land on the paved parking area without even knowing. It’s hot, so you trot along with the beer and the beach ball and stop where the sand meets the sidewalk, soaking up the scene that you’d only dreamed of during your exams...
The feel of the sand on your feet and in-between your toes sends electricity up your spine. Your skimpy bathing suit jiggles and feels like it wants to come off. Into a jog you catch up with your friends, heading for the middle of the beach, heading for the action.
Someone celebrates by splitting open a cream soda and letting it spray its sweet ice cream scent into the air, flecks landing on your shoulders. Hoots and hollers announce your arrival and the mingling of college friends commences.
Patting and petting all around you ditch your stuff, with the nerdy driver who’s setting up the blanket and parasol, and head for the BBQ. The dogs are hot, popping and sizzling, and so are the young people who congregate in anticipation. Or are they there because of you?
The hot star above, the hot star below. The only thing stopping you both from colliding is the atmosphere, and boy is it a good one! Nothing but smiling, wrestling, clapping, laughing. It’s all happening!
What a day. You grab your hotdog and hello yourself to condiments and fried onions. Easy on the mustard!
Back to guys (and the loveable nerd!) who are eating, drinking, and dancing about the Boombox that is jamming toast from west to east coast! This is one hell of a mixtape.
Wait, there he is... the guy all girls want, the quarterback. He’s throwing the ball all bronzed and buffed like you wouldn’t believe! He’s dreamy... but so thinks everyone else! There’s already a flock of gulls around him, all admiration and perspiration.
Look at his quick throwing motion with the backdrop of the ocean...
You check your compact, moisten the lips, snap get up and jiggle your hips and head in his direction with full intention. You never wanted to be a cheerleader or a prom queen but damn you are breaking necks as you glide to his side.
The nervousness you try to hide as you nonchalantly wave behind you to the crew that wolf-whistle you, and out of the corner of his eye see’s you advance. The ball sails away and crashes a small party and shout’s of watch out and dude you got beer on my crotch are all ignored. In slow motion he pivots and you stop, toe to toe and nose to nose.
He says something, was it “Hi”? And did you say something back? You are the flamingo and he is what you desperately want to dip a leg into.
Before you know it, all sounds and sights have blurred and warped. Not you both walk where the froth rolls over your ankles and feet, and the talk flows to the racing heart beats.
His arm rests across your shoulder, it feels strong. You put your arm around his waist, it feels lean. How you could just roll around and feel how tough he is.
Going back with the guy hand in hand, each friend gives you the glittery eyed look. You grab a drink to share and lie side by side on warm sand. The music, the laughter, the sun setting, all help build the courage for the first kiss. He tastes as good as candy, and his strong hands smooth all the right places.
But as the light begins to fade the parties die-down. The BBQ is nothing but an ember, this day was one to remember, and the Soft rock has been left to play on with the breeze rolling in through your hair.
You’ve kissed and giggled and talked all evening but your ride home has honked for the last time. You must leave him there, laying on his stomach on the sand propped on his elbow. You wave, blow one last kiss, and begin to jog to the jeep.
Wait! He runs and catches up with you. Toes to toes and face to face he places his hands on either cheek and kisses you.
You’re left breathless as you look into his deep blue eyes. Then you begin to feel sad, your heart aches for you know the day, this special day, is over. He senses your sadness.
“There’s a catch.” He says.
“Yeah. Today has to happen again tomorrow.”
2016 sees the birth of LAZERDISCS RECORDS managed by 2 founders of Drive Radio. The label is focused on promising and
emerging music styles such as synthwave, retrowave, outrun, futuresynth, neodisco, and slow-mo techno. Based in France, Lazerdiscs has decided to open worldwide with the support of fantastic artists like Absolute Valentine, Niky Nine, Robert Parker and many more ......more
I ran into the “Out of Time” music video and tears fell down my face as I listened & watched. …bought the album immediately. “Hold on Tight” is an awesome track.
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Such a great album! I found this album with the search term "Mojave", because I love desert music. And what a treasure it is. Surprising and graceful, rich and resonant. I am now a fan of Android Automatic! Ojai Ojai