I remember hearing this song on the radio and wanting to get the album. Being that it was pre-internet days, and I wasn't fast enough with the tape recorder, I had to hum it for the guy at Tower Records. We used a listening station to try a few different tracks (because the humming was very bad) and he left me with a list of new hit songs to check. Took me about 10 minutes to find it, and so I bought the album.
Last week, my 8 year old daughter wanted to listen to a song she didn't know, so she hummed it into my phone, and within 20 seconds we were streaming it in the car. It took me back to this song, standing at the end of a rack of CDs in their anti-theft plastic extenders, sweaty headphones while I punched different codes into their listening station to try to find the right album, and the sheer joy of finally hearing those opening guitar chords, thinking about how I was going to play that song for a girl I knew, and she would want to run off to Santa Monica with me, on our bikes, from suburban Pennsylvania.
We could live beside the ocean. Leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers, and watch the world die.