As bizarre as even I still consider this lil’ factoid to be, Yours Quite Truly honestly did spend the majority of the Reagan administration touring Canada’s hepper lounges and ski resorts as one-fifth of the one and only (…ah-hemm: but AUTHORIZED, I’ll have you know) Beach Boys “tribute” act known as Endless Summer.
So there!
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Sorry for the missed columns. they will all be up starting Monday.
Enjoy your weekend!
bob
There’s Brian and his Beach Boys, most obviously. Then there were Crosby, Stills, Nash and sometimes Young, those Eagles, and my own personal favorite Turtles, Byrds, Mothers of Invention and possibly even Runaways. Not to mention Lindsey Buckingham’s Big Mac.
They’ve been called The Greatest Band You’ve Never Heard, the Ultimate Cult Group, Hamilton’s deepest Underground legends and, consequently, Canada’s best-kept-ever musical secret. Nevertheless, you could find Julian Cope spinning their music in England, Steve Wynn collecting their records in L.A., and Thurston Moore still hunting down original artyfacts whenever he traversed the Toronto area. Why, even our esteemed socio-musical colleague Bob Mersereau boldly placed their Cyborgs Revisited at # 36 in his Top 100 Canadian Albums book (strategically right between Leonard Cohen and k. d. lang).
Bob Dylan duly dumped about another thirty-seven (at last count) albums in our laps last year, while on much the other hand the vast majority of my aural Good Times! during oh-16 came courtesy of Micky, Peter, Michael and Davy. Nevertheless, there still remained room on the Pig Player for the following splendid, purely alphabetically-listed items as well …which you should all be playing too if you aren’t already:
Something short and bittersweet for DBAWIS this time; words I quickly put to paper – originally for Outer Shell Magazine I believe it was – all those years ago regarding a man who, I’d bet, many of us still reflect upon very frequently indeed.
You may say I’m a writer. But I’m not the only one…
Already a full half-century (!) since a certain somehow still futuristic sounding three-minutes-thirty-four hit chart tops ’round this whole world, I found myself inspired to share….
