Every time I hear this song I am transported back in time to the Orland city pool.
Round the concrete block wall to the blinding brilliance of the sunlit pool, crammed with kids. Tan teenagers with gooey white noses and whistles on lanyards stroll the decks barking warnings at rough-housers. Dive in -- did the water just sizzle on my hot skin, or did I imagine it?
Come up for air and notice the music playing over the P.A. system: AM radio. Still sounds like I'm under water. But the song -- it's always playing, every time we come here. "Rock the Boat" by The Hues Corporation. Rock on witchya bad self.
Funny thing is, several years ago we had a reunion of sorts, three of the Country Kids, over lunch. Talked about this and talked about that.
"Remember the pool?"
"Remember swim team?"
"The high dive, shudder."
"And whenever we went there, there was one song that always played, no matter what --"
"ROCK THE BOAT!"
"You noticed that too?"
"Of course! It played all summer long, every day, every year we went."
"Huh. So I'm not crazy, then."
"Well, I don't know about THAT . . ."
Hurry up, summer. Rock on witchya bad self.
(Photo stolen from this guy)