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  •  There's a whole poetic evolution in Brian Wilson (8+ / 0-)

    from the early anthems for their generation,  through the perfectly balanced double entendres, like Don't Worry Baby, to the fractured kaleidoscope of allusion that is Surf's Up:

    . . . Dove nested towers the hour was
    Strike the street quicksilver moon
    Carriage across the fog
    Two step to lamp lights cellar tune
    The laughs come hard in auld lang syne

    The glass was raised, the fired rose
    The fullness of the wine
    The dim last toastin'
    While at port a do or die

    A choke of grief hard hardened I
    Beyond belief
    A broken man too tough
    To cry

    Surf's up
    (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
    Aboard a tidal wave
    Come about hard and join
    The young and often spring you gave
    I heard the word
    Wonderful thing
    A childrens song . . .

    A marvelous mind and ear for music, but a bit of a fractured kaleidoscope himself. I wish that he'd never taken drugs, and that Mike Love had been a kinder, less egotistical fellow. You know, when he wrote Pet Sounds, Love told him "Don't fuck with the formula"?

    "Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth" Samuel Johnson

    by Brecht on Fri May 24, 2013 at 11:34:37 PM PDT

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