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?