surf’s up: columnated ruins domino
2004 July 3
My uncle Peter died today. I never knew him, and only met him fleetingly. Of all the people in the family, he looked most like me. An overseas student in Sydney in the 1960s, Peter went mad, was diagnosed with schizophrenia and institutionalised for the rest of his life, ending up in a home in Canada.
All I really have left of him is an album of fine Australian surf music — 1963’s Bombora, by The Atlantics:
This remnant of Uncle Peter’s music collection haunted my childhood. I grew up with spine-tingling instrumentals like “Bombora” and “Free Fall”. And I just discovered the brilliant, spooky “War of the Worlds” while trawling for more on the net. All corks on the ocean.
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