This Memorial Day handed me a day off like a slightly crumpled coupon someone forgot in their pocket — still valid, still delightful. It is also granting me the noble quest of trading my unwanted 45s for someone else’s hopefully‑coveted 45s, a ritual that feels a bit like vinyl speed‑dating. And, of course, I am treating myself to some boss sounds from the Sandals (or their earlier name Sandells), because nothing says “holiday spirit” like surf‑soaked guitar lines and Hot Rod soundz trying to high‑five your eardrums.
Naturally, in true Noize fashion, I recorded the B‑side first. Why? Because I operate on a personal timeline known only to me, the moon, and possibly Cooper. — and also, because the B‑side is my favorite. Oh, but who am I kidding — the A‑side doesn’t just hold its own, it struts in with a grin, carrying enough voltage to light up the whole block. The revving engines rise behind it like a rowdy chorus, and Out-Front comes screaming through the mix, turning the whole moment into a wild parade of sound and swagger.
So I sit here with my coffee and let the Surf sound hit me with its usual Monday magic, blasting through my speakers like a caffeinated seagull with a mission, giving me the Monday boost I didn’t technically need, since Cooper — the wonder dog, part canine, part motivational speaker — had already taken me on a walk so invigorating it could’ve been marketed as a spiritual awakening. He strutted along as if he’d been personally appointed to raise the nation’s morale, and honestly, the nation could use a generous dose of whatever brand of positive moral fiber he’s handing out.
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