It must be an East Coast thing, though: When rainy days send me towards introspection, I tend to the analogue warm of ‘Rubber Soul’ and its ilk. ‘Blonde on Blonde’, Buffalo Springfield’s ‘Last Time Around’, ‘Dusty in Memphis’, ‘The Village Green Preservation Society’, ‘Band on the Run’. In the surf vein, there’s a magic to Cliff Richard & The Shadows, but I’d never mention that if I anyone knew who I am. Or would I?

Thanks for the link. I’ll just let Dexter Gordon, (my first call on this rainy day), play through. Then, It’s off to (with?) bikinis, surf, sand and luaus. Strike the bonfire, cap a Schlitz & twist the night away with my best babe.