I haven’t touched my SOS card since January. It was supposed to get a lot of use last month for “Spring Safari,” but the virus shut the music down, and kept about 14,000 who come to party home. That really put a hurtin’ on my music soul.
I miss slidin’ on down to Main St. and before you even get to the front door of the club, hearing the beat of something you LOVE — the familiar sound of a song that made an indelible imprint on your life.
I love to listen, shag a little, and watch the musicians. These guys did it every night. They love to preform, and they are so good at it. The audience returns the favor by singing the lyrics, and shaking their booties.
I’m serious. I need a fix SOON. I don’t care who it is…Band of Oz, Coastline, Embers, Entertainers, Too Much Sylvia, Smokin’ Hot, Time Clark Band, Steve Owens & Summertime. A thousand times I’ve heard: I Love Beach Music, Carolina Girls, Lady Soul, Myrtle Beach Days, and I need a thousand more. Maybe in July we can dust off our SOS cards, and reunite our “religion.”
We have a lot of migrants from up north and the first thing they say is…”What’s SOS?” My quick answer is, “Sexy Old Seniors.” Here’s a chronology of SOS. Back in the 40’s, SOS was a distress call for help. It also stood for “Save our Souls” and “Save our Ship.” Back in WWII, the soldiers in the mess hall called SOS, “shit on a shingle” (chipped beef on toast).
In the 1980’s, in South Carolina, SOS took on a brand new meaning — the “Society of Stranders.” The ‘Shag’ became the state dance of South Carolina, and we’ve been improving on it ever since. No where do I see people enjoying themselves as much as they do in a beach music dance club. The SOS Fall Migration is set for Sept 17-26. Pray that our world heals and the music rises.