We watched this documentary on Brian Wilson and The Beach Boys and, boy, did it ever make me nostalgic for that music period. I am from SoCal and have only had one BB brush. It happened in 1979 at a restaurant in Marina del Rey. I was singing in a band and Dennis Wilson came in one night stinking drunk. He tried to talk to me at break, but as he opened his adorable mouth he fell flat on his butt. I still feel bad for him knowing what demons he battled. It's a miracle Brian is still with us. Long live Brian.
Can't tell you how excited I am for their new Spotify channel coming up. Beach Boys Forever!!
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