I start the day with happy-go-larky beach music.
High-octane joy. Sweet.
Seismic waves turn inside out, break, and spit clouds of mist. At the water’s edge, a Lohengrin-ing couple exchange vows. Cue the sextet.
There’s nothing like a little beach music.
I can’t live without it. And dancing! Like *The Carolina Shag.
Shagging was born on the beaches of South Carolina.
High-stepping and Hollywoodish, teens in the 1940s cut loose to “beach music.”
Beach music. It’s a cold beer on a warm night with a hot date and no plans for tomorrow. Now that’s high-octane joy.
*Grab your Valentine and give it a try!