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Originally Posted by Surell
At night, when the thoughts of inferiority and rejection and other motivators of neurosis wash over you and take a little bit of your stability each time as the waves do the sand:
But when I wake up with ocean mist fizzing on my face and the sun yelling at my eyes to get over it, I hear something with a little pep in its step, just small enough to make you giggle and appreciate that the sand is still between your toes:
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Wow, Surell, your sentences are like short poems.
I like the way they explain how, for you, the beach has two moods.
For me, there are two main beach moods as well: (i) hot (ii) British, and here is a song for each occasion:-
Just thought of a number (iii) mood : As a teenager, using the beach as a place to do things you wouldn´t dare do at home. I remember sleeping on the beach, going to my first disco and getting excessively drunk at a place on Hayling Island, as I recall. Some years later, the Stranglers wrote the song I should´ve been singing to myself :-
^ One of the many wonderful things about this song is the way they sneak in the word
charabanc. Not a very punk word at all, you´d really expect it to turn up in Gaelic Storm´s nostalgic evocation instead.