Sunscreen, salt-on-skin, the ocean air on the coast of Queens, where privet hedge flowers blaze beside pastel condos
''NYC, in the late seventies was a magic time for music. Everywhere kids thrashed out jams of teenage angst, none more catchy than the Ramones. You could make a quick song about the simple joys of life – escaping to the beach from the dirty dungeon of humid summer in New York. I grew up by the beach and spent every day there in the summer. The scent in the air and on your skin after a dip in the water will always be home to me.'' -D.S. for Rockaway Beach Eau de Parfum
