Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Another 70s Song That Doesn't Get Enough Airplay
Although it came out in late '77, I will always associate Jay Ferguson's "Thunder Island" with the summer of '78. My parents had moved us to the country, and with the move came dramatic social isolation. My brother and I wouldn't meet the kids from Delaware until September, and I only saw my friend Anonymous and his brother when his parents came out to play tennis. Everything and everyone seemed very far away. The summer was one of pool cleaning, endless grass cutting and court sweeping, and lots of time spent listening to the radio, thinking about life. Life that seemed to be always happening later, and out there, somewhere. It was the typical twelve-year old angst that we all suffered. This song takes me back so viscerally, it's almost like I can see the same trees out the window that I looked on back then. But that would be madness.