They were the original boys on the beach, named such for a yearning reason and bringing us all on a never-ending summer under the sun, fun in the sand, always in California euphoria. Those of us over 30 & true to the soul of the sun, sand & surf will never forget them: the Beach Boys.
He coasted onto the scene not so much a hurricane, but a hurricane out of season. In those early days he was there, the parrots were singing, but the odyssey was still on the deep blue horizon. Yet when the winds of change turned directions and land-lovers across the prairies & cement acres finally heard the winds of change, Hurricane Buffett made landfall and all turned right with the world.
This boy is a new captain of fortune, a pirate who shares the booty well, a parrot of a different feather. His party rocks with a country roll, laying down across the sands and surf and declaring a new island and a grand-new party.
His hurricane has been building steam and for those along for the big-blow-party-ride, life is like an old blue chair at the shore, waves lapping, and memories played out on old movie film.
His name is Kenny Cheney - landlocked no more - Tennessee as much in his review mirror as in his heart, the beaches and stadiums of America call him home, the party growing bigger every year.
The songs he sings are old friends the first time you hear them. Favorite old jeans, ripped and torn with time, loved and nurtured through the good and bad of life. You may never have met him, never even seen him in concert, but his message is that of your best guy-friend from high school, that buddy you always counted on, got in trouble with, and always knew would be in your corner. He was the first love you dated, the one still with a place in your heart.
He’d give you the shirt off his back, and you’d do the same.
The Boys from the Beach and the guy who leads a legion of birds through tunes that’ll light the way, if the boat drinks aren’t already, have welcomed him to the beach - made room for him on the stage.
And with him, in his wake, along for this ride of a lifetime, the fans who’ve come to find fun under his rising-star-sun, where the party’s always on and 5 o’clock ain’t just somewhere, its here.
Welcome aboard the SSKenny. Kick off your shoes, pull up a chair or throw down a towel and grab a tall cold one - the boat is ready to leave the pier.
If its your first song or hundred & first, it never gets old, and you never get older.
This is summer time, every day of the year, and you’re invited to the party.
Don’t believe me? Hang on & give it a try. You can thank me later!
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