Recommendations of the Editorial team
It was the documentary “I just wasn’t made for thesis Times” by Don was, who made a big drama and a lifelong love from a few-as I thought until then. Because the composer of these songs redeemed the title of the film after just a few minutes. He was actually not made for times like this. Had nothing of what I imagined under a pop star. Not the poses, not the Swag, not the consciousness of the shipment. He didn’t feel comfortable when he should say something in front of him. I felt that. But he was with him when he played and sang his songs.
And if, such as “Do It Again”, played on the beach and dealt with the tanned bodies of the “California Girls”, then you had the feeling that this Californian dream could tip into the nightmare at any moment, because the sea was deep and lonely and the dark night was already threatening to swallow the sun.
I heard the hits of the beach boys with other ears after this film. And I bought “Pet Sounds”, the record with the song that gave the documentary the title. And I didn’t understand, like an album, it sounded like nothing else I knew, and on which so much of sadness was sung, the ultimate pop album could be.
Depth and comfort
Many years later I suspected that it could have something to do with the unfulfilled longings that the Beach Boys sang there. Because isn’t it the illusions that bursting dreams and wishes that pop music always acts? But only Brian Wilson was able to stage them with this melancholy, who give the lyrics written by the advertising textor Tony Asher this depth and comfort. Is there anything nicer than the moment when Brian Wilson sings in “You still Believe in Me”: “I Wanna Cry”?
“I know there’s an Answer/ I Know, But i have to find it in MySelf,” Wilson knows elsewhere – and the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi of the pop world could not teach more a year later. I can’t say whether he has ever found the answer. Not because I wouldn’t have asked him about it – I have. But after making him a shadow of himself, I met him – the delusion, the fear, the fears, depression, Mike Love, Eugene Landy. “I don’t know,” he just said, laughing a laugh in which there was no joy.
And when I asked him questions about his compositions or the recordings of “Pet Sounds” and the failed successor “Smile”, he often started his answers with the words “They Told Me …”, or he mechanically said a few sentences that he seemed to have memorized from a band biography about the beach boys. If I understood a little in my three or four interviews and encounters with him, then the language in which he felt at home did not consist of words and sentences. It was the music in which he could make a perfect harmony that she could never exist in his thoughts and in his family.