In 1962 and '63 I was all about the Surf Music. Very upbeat, very cheerful. Those were simpler times.
They were the Camelot Years, with that beautiful, smiling young family in the White House, the City on the Hill. Much of the popular music on the radio had become stale and saccharin, but there were jems in the mix. Great hits from New Orleans, the classic Girl Groups from New York, Phil Spector's Wall of Sound, and Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley were doing fine work. And there was Surf Music, iconic endless summer stuff from California. I was in high school, freezing in the winter and city-bound in the sweltering summers. California looked like heaven. Heaven with a great soundtrack.
It was almost enough to distract one from the seemingly imminent threat of nuclear destruction and the growing suspicion that something terrible was about to happen in Vietnam. Almost.
Great pictures with the video too. Nice cars.