Brian Wilson was touring again, and I had to be there. It was a sad affair. He could barely move; they had to help him on stage. And singing, forget about it. It was more of a rough growl. And his bass guitar, I suspect the soundman had it turned off. The best he could do was fake his way through the bridge of Surfer Girl. Gone was the expressive smooth vocal and evocative falsetto of the 1960s and early ‘70s Beach Boys. And I had that experience with Brian Wilson in . . . the summer of 1978.
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