Gone for the Summer

One of my earliest memories of being knocked out by rock ‘n roll was “Surfin USA.” The thwoooooooop sound after "EEEEEEverybody's gone surfin," then sudden stop. Captivated me the first time I heard it, at Roma’s in town. Such a late 70’s scene too - Italian restaurant in the south, completely dark with black velvet paintings on the wall, neon blue light here and there. Me in my omnipresent Mickey Mouse t-shirt.