In the late 1970s, for my 16th or 17th birthday, I talked my parents into buying me a ticket to see the Beach Boys. In a scene straight out of Almost Famous, my mother dropped me off at the concert hall and I went in alone, taking up with some longhairs and a soldier who were clearly fellow fanatics. The band was touring in support of its last excellent studio album, The Beach Boys Love You. Brian Wilson had returned in a massive publicity splash, but he looked uncomfortable on stage, sitting in the corner and noodling absently on his piano. It was a great concert, though. They started with California Girls and ended with Fun, Fun, Fun. They played my favorite song, Sail On Sailor. Everybody danced and sang along. We all walked out with goofy smiles on our faces.
Some three-and-a-half decades later, I drove myself to see Brian Wilson and his band Friday night at the Hard Rock Live in Hollywood. He was no longer hiding in the corner, he was front and center. He still looks uncomfortable on stage. But some things never change. It was a great concert. He started with California Girls and ended with Fun, Fun, Fun. He played my favorite song, Sail On Sailor. Everybody danced and sang along. And we all walked out again with goofy smiles on our faces.
A Brian Wilson concert can be a surreal experience: all that blissful music coming from a man who looks like he’d rather be elsewhere. He sits mostly blank-faced behind his keyboard, reads lyrics and patter from a Teleprompter and never seems to notice the applause, as he charges right into the next song or segue. Sometimes, you wonder if he’s having fun, fun, fun. He appears to be studying his moves with a frightened focus, in order to keep from losing his place. Is this awkward public exposure the best thing for a fragile artist whose years of mental struggle are part of rock and roll legend?
Photos: Brian Wilson at the Hard Rock
I’ve pondered that when I’ve seen his two previous solo tours, but there was one difference on Friday night. He seems to have finally become as comfortable as possible with what is expected of him on stage. His patter, while scripted, was looser and more energetic. His vocals were stronger. When he sang God Only Knows, he grabbed the mike and crooned with a surprisingly sweet intensity, as though he wanted the audience to truly feel the good vibrations.
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