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I miss the time when we were still defined by our music. When our music was still our music. I miss being younger, with a head full of subversive ideas; white cables snaking down my neck, stolen songs in my pocket. There will never be an app for that.

My first was the third generation with the 4 buttons across the top. I still have an iPod video lying around somewhere.

The year is 1980. The location, Marina Del Rey, Los Angeles, California and the decade of the 70’s has left many musicians and aging hippies turned yuppie a little burnt out and in need of relaxation.
Step into the marina, where life moves at a slower pace and the music is much smoother. The weather is warm and the party starts at noon. The recipe for good times is simple, it calls for a boat, open shirts, sun kissed women, a few bottles of spirit, a couple joints and some of that peruvian marching powder. So grab your Rum and Coke and hop on board as we sail into the sunset with “YACHTY BY NATURE”.
Such a smooth blend.