The trill of a six-string Fender? Lyrics about summer and the frivolity that comes with? We love!
Music is the soundtrack to our lives. That's no secret. We get that kinky emotional response to certain tracks, a certain beat, a melody. It's a sensation more than a reaction to something lyrical.
We pour it through our headphones, through the speakers in our cars. Music will inflate (or deflate) a party. It creates a mood of love, of lust and can drive us to higher levels of athletic performance.
But does it, like, speak to us?
I mean, hip-hop, we dig. But all that nailing of gals and parties in hotel lobbies and guns and whatevs. It ain't surf.
And neither are the moody, and mostly nonsensical, quatrains of most bands. Love lost. Thoughts of death. Pretentious attempts at poetry jammed to a four-four tempo.
So when you hear a band like The Japanese Motors (now sadly disbanded, though the remnants grew into Tomorrow's Tulips) singing about the smell of a gal's hair in summer, single fins, closeout sets and all jangling away with those Fenders, well… tap those Vans Authentics, baby!
If you want to get really turned on, drive yourself to YouTube and drown in The Barracudas. These cats lived in London and at the height of punk in 1977 came out with surf pop classics like "Surfers are Back", "His Last Summer" and "I Want My Woody Back."
It's so retro-gorgeous, it's contemporary. It's a total new classic.