As the lights rise we find our intrepid scientist looking jubilantly at the sporatic array of CD's, bubbling beakers, and expensive equipment strewn across the privately funded lab.
"Sounds of the ocean, rising keyboard synths, funk guitar, it's so goddam simple, why didn't we think of it?" he exclaims looking for his skiddish assistant.
Alas, just a smoke outline of him remains.
Radical song, no? Even if it is super old. Reminds me of summer. *ripple fade to beach babe montage* that's niceee
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