Sunny - D

From yesterday:

Well, I'm fucking stunned. I just listened to The Beach Boys live album from Knebworth England. By listened, I mean I listened to a 1-minute preview of each of the 22 tracks; it's downloading in its entirety now. Apparently the show was legendary - one of the rare times Brian Wilson took the stage with them, a day after his 38th birthday. The album is a testament to their ability as musicians, truly. When I first stumbled across it I thought: a live album by The Beach Boys, that's going to suck; how would they achieve that same meticulous sound they produce in the studio? I couldn't have been more wrong. The album is phenomenal, a vulgar display of talent.

The most prominent attribute of the album is the feeling of enjoyment, from the thunderous applause and enthusiastic cheer of the audience to the effusive banter from Wilson and The Beach Boys, one gets the pleasant feeling of warm sunshine just from listening. The setlist is unbelievable and even includes two Chuck Berry covers.

With The Beach Boys there is always the feeling of traveling back through time, and the urge to grease my hair, buy a leather jacket, a comb, a yellow Thunderbird, and then drive to a red and white checkered ice cream shoppe, drink a milkshake and dance like a whiteboy. Well, depending on the album. Other albums inspire daytime drug use and dreamy demented delight. Sunny-D.

Perhaps the greatest achievement of this album was to make me forget completely about the rain. It's pouring here in sunny California, buckets and sheets, cats and dogs - cock and balls.

The rain ain't got shit on The Beach Boys.