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The Beach Boys' Mad Genius Comes Up With Another Winning Album.
By Dave McElfresh
MIKE LOVE, FELLOW Beach Boy, must be seriously pissed off
at Brian Wilson's recent non-Beach Boy success. In 1995, Wilson
recorded the exemplary Orange Crate Art with composer Van
Dyke Parks, a figure Love had resented way back in the days of
"Good Vibrations" for steering Wilson into incorporating
esoteric lyrics that had nothing to do with beaches or surfer
girls. Even Wilson's ragged versions of Beach Boy classics on
the same year's I Just Wasn't Made For These Times whupped
the last wheelbarrowful of Beach Boys' albums. And, though Love
and some of the other Beach Boys held up the 1996 release of The
Pet Sounds Sessions because Capitol Records initially heralded
the box set as a paean to Wilson rather than the entire band,
everyone knew whose pet sounds they were.
Now Wilson releases the surprisingly coherent Imagination,
a collection of fine pop tunes retaining the unmistakable Beach
Boys feel despite having been co-written with such questionable
cohorts as Jimmy Buffett, J.D. Souther and Carol Bayer Sager.
No doubt even Love is left to question whether the "s"
in Beach Boys may have been misleading.
To be fair, Imagination comes at a time when it would
have been accepted had it been as dreadful as Wilson's previous
solo outing. The revival of interest in '60s teen trash music
a la Dick Dale and the Ventures has primed younger fans for further
surf material; and Wilson's highly publicized status as a diagnosed
paranoid schizophrenic couldn't work more in his favor in an era
that exalts the mad pop artist. But in spite of such peripheral
perks, Imagination truly stands on its own musically--and,
much to Love's chagrin, could even be touted as the best Beach
Boys album since the early '70s.
Wilson has weathered all sorts of evils. His father was an abusive
tyrant masquerading as his son's manager, resulting in permanent
psychological damage to Brian immediately evident in many of his
interviews. Loads of LSD didn't help matters much. Wilson accused
the other band members of sleeping with his wife, built a living
room sandbox to hold his grand piano, believed one of his songs
caused a fire near the studio (resulting in the permanent shelving
of Smile, the album on which it was to appear),
and spent two years literally hiding in bed--throwing a completely
new light on the song "In My Room." Complicating matters,
he spent much of the '70s under Love's spell, with the bearded
singer veering the band toward the philosophy of transcendental
meditation, a mystical belief system guaranteeing you can float
in the air if you get yourself together via their swami stuff.
Love and others in the band forced the unstable Wilson to submit
to the nazi tactics of a live-in shrink, Eugene Landy, for years.
Not long ago Love successfully sued Wilson for co-authorship of
tunes written decades earlier--a rather belated move suggesting
to some that he might have been taking advantage of Wilson's precarious
mental state. Worst of all for Wilson, though, was the loss of
both brothers Dennis and Carl, the latter's death last year putting
an end to the most successful family band in popular music.
Wilson, bless him, has survived it all, bringing to Imagination
the infectious melodies, intricate harmonies and post-pubescent
mentality that made Pet Sounds the ultimate portrayal of
teen angst. Parents, drugs, gurus, psychiatrists, death, infighting--the
rather delicate and still shaky Wilson has whupped them all.
It's a somewhat sad victory, though, as the lyrics of "Your
Imagination" attest: And when I feel all alone/Sometimes
I think about you/You take my hand/Smile and say you don't understand
--a line that brings to mind a 1995 interview video
showing the scattered singer sitting next to his young, somewhat
ditzy wife--a woman who was still in diapers when Wilson was first
in the studio cranking out California theme songs for an era she
missed altogether. Another car running fast/Another song on
the beach, he sings, many years after the Beach Boys wore
out their welcome even at the state fair level--though Love last
year embarrassingly compiled a band of mostly secondary members
and extras (including Glen Campbell) and played as the Beach Boys,
minus Brian. I miss the way that I used/To call the shots around
here, goes the song. Betcha do, Brian, having led the most
successful regional band in the history of rock music, created
the album that inspired Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
and racked up a reputation as one of the most creative arrangers
pop music ever had. Imagination, though, is a fine return
to form, even if it doesn't catapult him back to the top of the
charts a la Dick Clark's era. Could be that Wilson's imagination
these days settles for a handful of 16-year-old listeners checking
out the old Surf's Up album. Wouldn't it be nice?
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