Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Listen, listen, with your heart, to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”: How it wraps around you and before you know it, it is inside of you, it is a child wearing it’s daddy’s shoes dancing gossamer two-steps with the stereocilia of your ears. The Beatles, precise and witty geniuses, never made anything quite like this. The Beatles made amazing wedding cakes, startling architecture that reached for the sky in crystalline spires and sugary crenellations; they scraped the clouds but they rarely touched heaven. The Beach Boys touched heaven again and again, the starting place for their music is where the soul soars through its scars and reaches a place beyond age, a place that references the mysteries of childhood and the fears of adulthood, a place that has the sepia tones of the past and the aqua-opalescence of Atlantis.
I like the Beatles but I like the Beach Boys more, too. I thought I was the only one.