We do not like the term,  'fans'... it seems impersonal and too general.
Our die-hard supporters are much more than that.
The 'shellheads' have allowed us to keep our summer jobs year-round
for the past 18 years... God bless 'em all!

The Grateful Dead have 'deadheads'...
Mr. Jimmy Buffett has hundreds of thousands of 'parrotheads'...
and the Carolina Beach Club has their 'shellheads'.

A shell, always associated with the beach; a valuable item from the sea to the shore.
In the ocean, shells are home to marine life of all sorts.
When washed up, they become prizes at the four corners of the earth,
searched for everyday, somewhere, on any given beach in the world.
The proud owner will display the item in their home and relay the tale of the
change in latitude that brought the shell to it's final resting place.
It is cherished and has a story to tell...

Just like our 'shellheads'... on a warm tropical night,
amidst the beach balls and guitars... congas and keyboards...
the ShellHeads dance to an island beach music beat.
And hopefully, they go away with a smile on their faces and a song in their hearts,
brought about by an evening with the Carolina Beach Club.
                                     -the Head shellhead  back home