Friday, August 01, 2008

Drunken Friday music Videos..

I'm fond of saying,that I grew up in the ocean.

Born and raised within spitting distance of the 'tranquil' Pacific,I can't for the life of me ever remember a time when I couldn't swim.
Seriously.
I remember being so small,that the simple retreat of the gently lapping waves seemed to tug at my calves,drawing me into the bosom of the deep green waters,and I would let it carry me out at it's pleasure.

You learn early on,that if you just let go,..let the current have it's way with you,it will return you safely back again.

The years pass.
Summers long, grown tall and strong,..and ever more defiant..

You simply haven't lived until you've body surfed the Horseshoe Pier at Hermosa Beach!
Twelve to fifteen foot breakers,the remnants of a tropical storm somewhere near the Hawaiian isles,challenge you,..wait,..that's wrong,..invite you to join them in a kind of carnal/spiritual celebration of being alive.
The smell of salt,and seaweed fill your nostrils,and the incessant complaint of seagulls serve as background vocals to this song of youth.
Frankly,..it's better than sex.

No matter what you do,or how vehemently you might resist,time,and the relentless tides,wait for no man.

Still,and all things considered,I'd just as soon be body surfing.



'The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'

Yeah,I know this takes place on the Great Lakes..What's yer point?

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25 Comments:

At 6:04 PM , Blogger jan said...

You have reminded me that I haven't been to check on the ocean for a while to make sure that it is ebbing and flowing. Must go.

But, no, it isn't better than sex.

 
At 6:09 PM , Blogger Sling said...

jan- Did I say better?..
I meant right up there in the top two. ;)

 
At 6:16 PM , Blogger booda baby said...

Ohhhh. That was beautiful!!

Have you lolligagged about on tropical waves? With crowds of Broadway fishies darting underneath? You'd do really well, I think.

I'm sorry. The wreck of the Edmund F. is the Mustang Sally of folk music. I can not take it any more.

(I have no business complaining, but I will anyway.)

 
At 6:20 PM , Blogger Mom said...

Love that song!
Love the Pacific and the waves and the body surfing. I too grew up on the beaches of southern California.

 
At 7:07 PM , Blogger Sling said...

boda babe- Never had the pleasure of wading in the crystal blue waters of the tropics..My loss.
I have had occasion to bask in the sunshine on the beaches of Santa Barbara!..very pleasant. :P

mom- I promise I'll be home sometime after dark..or very early the next morning.

 
At 7:35 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

well, when you don't have sex...anything is better than sex..so im taking your word for it that body surfing is better than sex..will i want a cigarette afterwards?...we used to go to sunset beach down by huntington beach when the kids were little and they surfed every day..i think if you asked either one of them today, they'd take reefer over surfing..and then maybe sex...have a good weekend...

 
At 7:49 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Big Yeller Dawg- Time passes..pass the joint!

 
At 8:46 PM , Blogger LostInCO said...

Never heard this song, it's nice. I had a bad experience with swimming when I was a kid, and never learned any water sports. I tried to learn to swim last year tho. I wish I would have learned as a kid, it would have been so much easier.

 
At 9:48 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Lost-at-sea- 'And every man knew,as the Captain did too,..t'was the witch of November 'come stealin'..
That's shit's poetry,right there!.. :)

 
At 6:42 AM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

rock me on the water
sister will you soothe my fevered brow

i too grew up on the pacific. the water was a tad cold but we used to go crabbing and have youthful drunken parties whilst gorging on crab.

 
At 1:07 PM , Blogger Willym said...

okay this is getting weirder and weirder ... first I can't get into peoples' blogs now comments I left aren't there... is this the Twilight Zone?

Damn our Gordie knew how to write them didn't he?

As to the body surfing being better than sex - I never learned to swin so I'll take your word on it and go for the sex once a month thing - hey I'm married and its the same in all marriges - str8 or gay!

 
At 3:58 PM , Blogger austexgrl said...

Sling, love the post...saw Gordon sing this song last summer at The Backyard here in Austin...and he was ALMOST as handsome as you!

Better than sex? No, but maybe better with sex.

 
At 12:57 AM , Blogger more cowbell said...

wow, looking at the name of the song, I didn't think I knew it -- until it started and I was shot straight back to childhood. Back when my mom was still a hippie and hadn't Gone Right yet, and our house was still filled with folk music.

Better than sex, Sling? Gotta get me a surfboard yesterday.

 
At 10:02 AM , Blogger Sling said...

Boy howdy,the ears sure perked up when I said 'better than sex'! :)
I'm proud of all you kids that leapt to sex's defense.

Still,body surfing(not surfboard surfing)makes a pretty good metaphor for the experience,what with riding the crest of a massive wave,the power of the whole ocean thrusting your body headlong into the turbulent waters ahead,soaring across the trough for what seems like an eternity and all...

 
At 2:17 PM , Blogger Doralong said...

I grew up body surfing in the Atlantic, the first time my happy ass was presented with the Pacific I had to jump in and ride- just by way of introducing myself you know... While I love my mountains, I do so miss the ocean.

Better than sex? Nope- totally in the top 5 though!

 
At 4:36 PM , Blogger citizen of the world said...

For me, being in the bathtub-warm water of the southern Atlanatic coast is near-heavenly. But I've also been in some other pretty spectacular ocean sites. The're all good.

 
At 5:14 PM , Blogger Citymouse said...

Great song!
I cant swim. I grew up near lake michigan, and my mom took me once-- I thought I was going to die!
Oh... updated url (I am reading and writing again) www.myisim.blogspot.com -- pass it on!

 
At 6:45 AM , Blogger cs said...

Alas I sink like the EF! Never could get the hang of b-surfing. Loved to sit in the warm sand and sink my toes in and watch all of you surfers. HHM was a knee-boarder. He brought it with us to Idahodee and has it in the rafters. It is older than dirt like us, but very fond memories. I remember this story on the History channel. There have been many like her.

 
At 8:14 AM , Blogger Kimberly Ann said...

I've been body surfing once, on some beach in SoCal (same day I received a second degree sunburn). It was exciting in that oh-my-god-I-might-die kind of way (like skiing).

Good choice of song. Gordon Lightfoot's voice is better than prozac for me.

 
At 6:35 PM , Blogger austexgrl said...

Sling,...... BTW new book out, named, "The Lizzrd King" .... ?????....What do you think? SERENDIPITY OR WHAT? I love your " Lizzard King!"

 
At 7:14 PM , Blogger Sling said...

doralong- i've only flown over the Atlantic,but I always figured it was cold...We'll settle on top 5. ;)

citizen-I have spent hours,alone,just sitting on the breakwater at night and watching the waves roll in..Wondermous!

Mouse- Well you need to learn how to swim!
I've updated my blogroll with the new addy. :)

CS- I've tried knee boards a few times.They're a blast!
Never been on a surfboard though 'cause I never could afford one.
The story of the Edmund Fitzgerald always intrigued me.

kimberly ann- It's that whole,'I might die!'thing that's the thrill..I'm wierd like that.

austexgrl- It's gotta be about Jim Morrison..That's why LK took the screen name.
My LK is indeed a good man,and great friend. :)

 
At 7:59 PM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

I miss the Pacific...sigh...

But let me tell you--last summer Iwanski stayed in a hotel right on Lake Superior, and listened to this song one night. That was a cool, freaky experience...such a sad, haunting song...

 
At 8:00 PM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

OK, of course I meant that Iwanski and I BOTH stayed in a hotel on Lake Superior and listened to this song TOGETHER. *smiles*

 
At 8:56 PM , Blogger Sling said...

MHP- It is haunting isn't it!!
There's a lot these kinds of incidents on The Great Lakes.I like this song to tell the story for all of 'em.
..glad you gys didn't have to have seperate rooms. ;)

 
At 5:55 PM , Blogger Middle Child said...

I grew up on the other side of the Pacific. The ocean of Peace is what Pacific stands for. I grew up inland but swam like a fish and on the occasions when I got to the beach I stayed in till my nose had blisters almost. Skin cancer here I come.

Don lived in the water, and still surfed whe we first met. Some have salt water in their veins. Good memories Sling... I had heard about that bat somewhere in my past...

 

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