Teenagers have to bitch. It's a way to let off steam, and Eddie's got so much steam that it's fogging the windows. The boy's just gotta rock 'n' roll.
"Sometimes I wonder, what I'm a gonna do
For there ain't no cure
For the Summertime Blues."
He knows exactly what he's "a gonna" do: he's going to sing this song. He's going to rock 'n' roll. That's the cure for the "Summertime Blues": a song as great as this.
"Born to Run" - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band (1975)
The greatest song about driving ever recorded - insanely delirious energy squeezed into the front seat as Springsteen and "Wendy" speed in search of "that place [they] really want to go" where they'll "walk in the sun," because tramps like them, baby, they were born to run.
"I Can See Clearly Now" - Johnny Nash (1972)
Interesting that one of the greatest reggae — and one of the most effervescently optimistic — songs ever recorded was written, sung and produced by a soul singer from Texas, Johnny Nash, who caught the reggae bug and began recording in Jamaica in the late-'60s. It didn't hurt that he was backed by the Wailers or that his smooth tenor is ideal for declaring "I can see clearly now." It's "gonna be a bright (bright) sun-shiny day" indeed.
"Three Little Birds" - Bob Marley and the Wailers (1977)
The sunniest song by the royalty of reggae, with loping beat, island breezy melody and utterly infectious imagery: "Rise up this morning/Smiled with the rising sun/Three little birds pitch by my doorstep" - the three birds being both a literal image, and representative of Marley's female backup singers, the I-Threes, who trade lines with him throughout the song.
"No Shirt No Shoes (No Problems)" - Kenny Chesney (2002)
Jimmy Buffett isn't the only country-leaning American singer with an affinity for the Mexican Caribbean. Chesney's rich voice and spirit lift this classic get away tune:
"Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look through my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code"
It's the "Margaritaville" scenario without the internal conflict because the stay isn't open-ended.
"California Sun" - The Dictators (1975)
This version of "California Sun" by NYC proto-punks the Dictators, is an explosive, jungle-drumming, speaker-switching, guitar-ripping take on the Riviera's surf classic. The band's occasional goofiness is (mostly) set aside here as they spy the California ideal from 3,000 miles away.