Live Review: Brian Wilson Presents Pet Sounds at the Paramount Theatre 4/9

All photos by Morgen Schuler (view set)

It’s morbid, but you’re probably thinking it, too: after losing so many musical icons in 2016 (see here and here), I felt it was important to see Brian Wilson in concert. Now 74 years old, the brilliant but troubled songwriter celebrated the 50th anniversary of The Beach Boys’ landmark album Pet Sounds with a massive 100 date world tour in 2016. Now the guys are doing one last hurrah, calling this “the final tour,” with shows scheduled through October.

I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of The Beach Boys, but I am a fan of Pet Sounds. My introduction to the band came via the 1988 single “Kokomo,” a song that regularly appears on lists of “The Worst Songs Of All Time.” All I knew about them is that “Uncle Jesse” from the TV family sitcom Full House was a huge fan, and I found his pompous, pompadour’ed character unbearable. (I don’t care if the actor who portrayed him later appeared in a music video for the band Low — he’s still not cool.) When I later discovered such beautiful songs as “God Only Knows” and “I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times” were made by the same band? Well, as Full House teen DJ Tanner would say, “Oh, my lanta.”

The audience at the Paramount Theatre on Sunday night obviously skewed considerably older. I spotted quite a few Hawaiian shirts in the crowd, despite the fact that it was a rainy 49 degrees outside. Someone brought a beach ball to bat around the venue. (It disappeared pretty quickly.) The stage was set, jam-packed with an array of instruments, including a white grand piano at center stage. When the band came out promptly at the senior “early bird dinner” hour of 7:00 PM, and began the first familiar notes to “California Girls,” I was surprised to find happy tears started streaming down my face. In the words of the Magnetic Fields, I hate California Girls. But there was an undeniable power to being in the presence of a living legend. The love emanating from the crowd was overwhelming and pure. Older folks fumbled with their phones, trying to take photos. (Note to old folks: no flash!)

Wilson was surrounded by ten additional musicians: two percussionists, three or four keyboardists. At one point, I think there were four guitarists playing at once. I noticed Brian’s piano was positioned facing towards the audience, rather than positioned to the side like a lot of musicians tend to do. I realized later, this may have been to disguise the times Brian isn’t playing anything at all. If you looked through the legs of the piano, you could often see his hands just resting in his lap. I’m not sure how much of the music he actually played himself.

Wilson was more articulate than I had expected him to be, but still seemed a little fragile in his old age. His stage banter was endearingly awkward, as you would expect from an elderly man: “How about a little slow rock?” and “Here’s a rock ‘n’ roll song.” Before performing “Surfer Girl,” Wilson said, “I wrote this when I was 19 years old. I’ve written two, three hundred songs since then, but this is the prettiest I’ve ever written.” Every time the audience would jump to their feet to applaud (which was quite a few times), he would sternly admonish us. “Please sit down. Sit down.”

The first hour of music was a menagerie of their “surfing and sunshine” hits: “I Get Around,” “Dance Dance Dance,” “Little Deuce Coupe,” and other songs that made it feel like a nostalgia circuit show at the state fair. Fellow founding member Al Jardine has remained by Brian’s side over the decades, and his son, Matt Jardine, born the same year Pet Sounds came out, has the amazing talent of matching Brian’s younger voice perfectly. When this broad-shouldered, Vince Vaughn-ish looking guy stepped up to the mic for the helium-esque lead in “Don’t Worry Baby,” the crowd howled with delighted surprise after he finished his first line. Throughout the night, he and Brian would seamlessly share vocals, Brian making his way through the lower parts, and then Matt hitting the falsetto.

And actually, Brian didn’t sing all that much. When he did, he reminded me of Randy Newman: a raspy, croaky voice, approaching lyrics haltingly. There were a few times he would belt a note, and there was a glimpse of the resonance of his younger voice. But, for the most part, it was kinda rough. There were many times Brian didn’t participate at all. He would stare blankly out into the venue, hands folded in his lap. Sometimes he’d chime in during a chorus, but then sometimes he’d just stop. It felt strange watching a stage full of musicians performing his songs, while he just sat there.

It was also during this first hour of random song selections we were introduced to special guest Blondie Chaplin. Imagine Keith Richards combined with Peter Pan. Chaplin was indeed a member of the Beach Boys, but only for one year in the early 70s. He performed a three-song set, ending with “Sail On, Sailor,” a song he sang lead on from their 1973 album Holland, but from what I’ve read, he only got lead vocal because both Carl and Dennis Wilson were being lazy. While Wilson was reserved on stage, not even wanting people to stand and applaud, this Chaplin guy was a total ham, strutting around and performing guitar solos better suited for an ’80s metal band. The contrast was cringeworthy. Not even Brian stuck around on stage: he wobbled off to the wings quietly, with almost a limp, but at a brisk pace. I was grateful when intermission finally arrived.

It’s ironic that it was Brian’s desire to stop touring that allowed him to create Pet Sounds, and now 50 years later, he’s on this 100+ date world tour as a result of it. As we waited for the Pet Sounds portion of the evening to kick off, I thought about the movie Love & Mercy, which was part of KEXP’s Face the Music series during the 2015 Seattle International Film Festival. Though Wilson wasn’t closely involved with the production, he later praised the project, particularly Paul Dano’s portrayal of his younger self (which also garnered Dano a Golden Globe nomination for Best Supporting Actor). Sure, it’s a movie, but there is a fantastic segment that attempts to recreate the original recording sessions for Pet Sounds, with “Brian” bounding across the studio with relentless enthusiasm, singing parts to musicians to replicate, doing kooky things like placing bobby pins on the piano strings, or bringing dogs into the studio. (The scenes were even shot at actual studios where the Beach Boys recorded, and actual musicians who’d toured with Brian in real life were hired to “act” as his session artists.) “Two bass lines in two different keys? How does that work?” asks a studio musician. “It works in my head,” he replies.

As the band returned to the stage, I watched as Wilson took careful steps back to the piano, and tried to reconnect him to that younger image. Though only 74-years-old, he carries himself as if he were 30 years older than that — the result of a near lifetime of nervous breakdowns, mental illness, drug abuse to try and self-medicate that illness, and then the illegal over-medication at the hands of so-called therapist Eugene Landy. Co-founder Al Jardine is the same age, and is darn-right sprightly in his snappy white suit and slicked back hair. It’s heartbreaking. Wilson was a vibrant, creative, and innovative artist with a true gift for music. I can only imagine what his life would’ve been like had mental health issues been more widely understood back then.

So, the band kicked it all off with Side A, Track 1: “Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” and it truly was. The 11-piece band does an impeccable job of translating such a complex creation. One musician shifted swiftly from trumpet to saxophone to harmonica. One of the keyboardists had a theremin on hand. They even honked a bicycle horn at the end of “You Still Believe In Me.” It’s an elaborate production, almost military-esque in its precise execution, and it’s no wonder they want to milk it for just a little while longer.

The songs struck a whole new poignancy that night: the words of a 24-year-old coming from a 74-year-old Wilson, and fifty years later, they still ring true, just in different ways. The melancholy swoon of “You Still Believe In Me,” sung to a crowd of elderly fans who grew up on his music. The urgent, if not jubilant, chorus of “I wanna go home” in “Sloop John B.” (We know, Brian, we know.) At the end of “I Guess I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times,” Al slyly points to Brian and sings, “I guess he just wasn’t made for these times.”

Mid-set, Jardine cheekily says to the audience, “Now we’re at the point in the evening when you turn the record over.” And then, one of the most beautiful songs of all time begins: “God Only Knows.” While Brian doesn’t have the soaring voice his brother Carl did, there was no one else on stage who could’ve sung that song. He mostly “talk-sung” it, but it was a lovely moment, nonetheless.

But the sweetness was short-lived. During the song “Pet Sounds,” the last of the album’s two instrumentals (“Here’s a song with no words at all!” Wilson chirped), Chaplin returned to the stage to play tambourine. Ever the attention hog, he stood close to the lip of the stage, and… chest-bumped his tambourine. Repeatedly. My horror lingered through the album closer “Caroline, No,” and before the song had even ended, Wilson, again, quickly shuffled off stage.

So, that’s the end of the album! Show’s over, right? Well, no, because the band came back out for a six song encore. Look, these concerts seem too long for Brian. By the time you get to Pet Sounds, he already seems to be fading out. The blank stares were more frequent and lasted longer. He was often rubbing his eyes or scratching his nose. On account of his age (and frankly, the age of the audience), seriously, I would suggest shortening the concerts.

In fact, it was during the encore that I felt the disconnect between Brian and his band was the most pronounced. The band was bursting with energy, rocking out classics like “Barbara Ann” and “Help Me, Rhonda.” Percussionist Nelson Bragg was literally jumping in circles, banging a tambourine. Blondie Chaplin was actually running back and forth across the stage, chasing wherever the spotlight was shining. Everyone was having a “surf party tonight” and in the center of it all, still and serene, was Brian. Staring off into the middle distance again. I truly, deeply hope they aren’t just wheeling him out so they can be a Beach Boys cover band, and charge $100+ a ticket instead of touring the casino circuit where that kinda nostalgia trip belongs.

After taking their final bow, Wilson shambled towards the wings for the last time. Chaplin, on the other hand, strutted to center stage with his arms out in a Jesus Christ pose. What. the. fuck. Chaplin, you didn’t even play on Pet Sounds, let alone write these songs. If anyone should be drinking up the accolades, it should be Brian Wilson, but he was long gone. Physically, but, sadly, probably mentally, too.

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  1. Don Francis
    Posted April 17, 2017 at 3:06 am | Permalink

    Perfectly describes my feelings seeing him at Pitchfork. Only you weren’t treated to backup vocals from John and Joan Cusack.

  2. Pablo D Hablo
    Posted April 20, 2017 at 2:11 pm | Permalink

    I understand the cringe and disappointment of watching Brian limp through these shows, but at the same time, this tour is a tribute to the man and his music and people are happy (as I am) to plunk down a bill to see him live before it is no longer an option. This tour has been assembled to provide the highest quality live reproduction of the best music that Brian produced for the Beach Boys, and it is an unfortunate reality that he can no longer perform at that level. I am looking forward to seeing the show at the Murat, caveat and all.

  3. William V. Talbott
    Posted April 21, 2017 at 8:38 am | Permalink

    Saw Brian and the band at the Horseshoe in Southern Indiana on 7-15-2016 and I am seriously considering seeing him in Indy on Sunday night 4-23-17. I am the lucky one to still be around that saw the beach boys in the summer of 1964 at the Coliseum. Today the best concert I have ever been to and that includes both Beatles concerts on the same day at the same facilities at the Coliseum & the Indiana State Fair. Was able to attend the sound check during this current concert and Brain was there. Met with Brain, Al and Blondie and discussed with Al the two “64” concerts both at Indy and Indiana Beach in northern Indiana, the night before Indy. All I can is this band with Brian is superior and as close as anyone today will recreate the sound of the true Beach Boys. My first slow dance was to Little Surfer Girl. Get yourself a last minute ticket and see Brain and THIS band while you can. All ages will enjoy the concert. Surf’s up………….

  4. Ron Higgins
    Posted April 23, 2017 at 5:41 pm | Permalink

    Although the reviewer obviously appreciates Brian’s musical genius as well as the greatness of Pet Sounds, I found her review a bit off-putting and downright wrong at times. I’m not sure how you can be a fan of Brian and Pet Sounds but not the Beach Boys. The fact her introduction to them was “Kokomo” tells me a lot. And to say that it regularly shows up on lists of the worst songs of all time is ridiculous. Sure, a couple of lists may have made such a statement but the fact is it shot to #1, giving the Beach Boys the record for longest time between #1 songs by the same band. It also helped propel the mediocre Tom Cruise movie Cocktail into a certified hit.

    The biggest issue I have with her review is all of the references to “older folks”, “old age”, “elderly”, etc. that she peppers throughout the interview, whether referring to the fans or Brian himself. I just saw him Friday night in Columbus, Ohio and was pleasantly surprised to see a lot of fans in their 30’s, 40’s and 50’s as well as those closer to his age. But let’s be honest, 74 is not that old. Al Jardine is 74. So is Paul McCartney, Barbara Streisand and Aretha Franklin. Even Harrison Ford and Joe Biden are only 74. Heck, Chuck Norris is 77! I realize she was making a poor attempt at humor when she said, “the band came out promptly at the senior “early bird dinner” hour of 7:00 PM.” First, the typical dinner time is 6:00 so 7:00 is actually late. And the true “early bird dinner” hour is more like 4:30. And, surprise, surprise, when I saw them they hit the stage at 8:00. Also, I work at a concert venue. The typical start time for most bands? 7:00. But what’s a few facts when you can make fun of all the creaky, ancient, old-timers?

    She starts her review of the music by stating that the “first hour of music was a menagerie of their “surfing and sunshine” hits”. This implies that the first set basically consisted of the surf and car tunes from their first few albums. Although some of these were certainly included, there was also a surprising number of deeper cuts from their Warner Brothers songs from the ’70s, including “Wake the World”, “Add Some Music To Your Day” and others. In fact, over half of their first set were songs from lesser known albums like Friends, Sunflower, Wild Honey, Surf’s Up and Holland. It was a set made for the casual fan as well as the die-hards.

    She is correct though that Brian’s voice isn’t what it once was. At one point he was smoking 5 packs of cigarettes a day. That will definitely destroy you vocals, and that doesn’t include the copious amounts of drugs he took. But his voice is still good, just different. If you listen to his newer albums you can hear its distinct new style. Unfortunately, he has a hard time keeping his voice strong night after night so, yes, he does tend to talk-sing a lot. And his piano is more for show at this point but his backing band is top-notch so you’ll never notice.

    The next issue I have with her review is her obvious dislike of Blondie Chaplin. What she took as being a spotlight hog, I took as him just having fun. And she seems to imply that he’s really not a legit Beach Boy because of his short tenure. But he sang on two different albums, Carl and the Passions – So Tough, and its follow-up, Holland, singing lead on one of their few hits from the ’70s, “Sail on Sailor”. He also spent a little over a decade with the Rolling Stones so he’s definitely got street cred. He even sings a similarly named song “Sail Away” from Brian’s most recent solo album, “No Pier Pressure”. For those of us who have seen Brian and the Beach Boys before, getting to see the original singer of “Sail on Sailor” was a treat. And his take on Carl’s “Wild Honey” as well as “Feel Flows” was also impressive.

    She also mentions several times that Brian got up and ambled off of the stage during a few songs. That was certainly not the case in Columbus. The only time he left the stage early was at the end of the encore, his signature song “Love and Mercy” from his original solo album. He always leaves while the band wraps up so he can hop in his bus and get on the road.

    Instead of dissing on old people or ripping on Blondie, I would rather have read more about how the band is able to recreate all of the complex sounds on Pet Sounds, which were made with studio magic and never really meant to be replicated live. And more information about Al Jardine would’ve been nice. She mentions how fit he looks but doesn’t mention that his voice is as strong today as it was back in the 60’s. When he sings “Help Me Rhonda” and “Sloop John B.” it sounds as fresh as it did on the original albums.

    One of the dumbest things she says is, “on account of his age (and frankly, the age of the audience), seriously, I would suggest shortening the concerts.” Oh, brother, there goes her fixation with age again. But, seriously, has anyone in the history of live entertainment ever suggested getting less for your money? During the Beach Boys 50th anniversary tour so played long enough to sing 52 songs. 52! Now that’s what we want more of. Even us old-timers.

    Another issue I have is when she writes, “Wilson was a vibrant, creative, and innovative artist with a true gift for music. I can only imagine what his life would’ve been like had mental health issues been more widely understood back then.” Was? I doubt she realizes this but Brian has released 11 solo albums, 7 of which were released in this decade alone. He’s downright prolific. If she loves Pet Sounds she should check out “Rio Grande” from his first solo album. It was recorded in the same modular recording style as “Good Vibrations” and “Heroes and Villains”. It’s another epic masterpiece. Most people have simply never heard it. His 1998 release Imagination. Stellar. Lucky Old Sun – brilliant. His latest offering, No Pier Pressure, was release just 2 years ago. Yes, he *was* a vibrant, creative and innovative artist. And guess, what? He still is.

    Finally, the reviewer compassionately notes, “I truly, deeply hope they aren’t just wheeling him out so they can be a Beach Boys cover band, and charge $100+ a ticket instead of touring the casino circuit where that kinda nostalgia trip belongs.” This is so offensive on so many levels. Wheel him out? Really? Casino Circuit? I’ve got news for you, Brian didn’t tour for 30 years. If he didn’t want to tour, he wouldn’t. He does it because he finally enjoys it. And we should all be thankful.

    Was it the best Brian Wilson show I’ve seen? No. But the opportunity to hear Pet Sounds in its entirety was amazing. Do I recommend you go? Absolutely. Would you go see Gershwin if you had a chance? What about Mozart? I’ve seen him several times and I’ve never been disappointed. Like all musicians, some of his shows are better than others, but they’re all worth it. But don’t believe me, go check out one of his shows for yourself. You won’t be disappointed.

  5. Laurie
    Posted April 27, 2017 at 6:22 pm | Permalink

    Elderly people at the concert?? I really did not see anyone being rolled in by their nurse in a wheelchair. Songs are great memories for us old folks. All we need to remember is to bring our hearing aids, orthopedic shoes and medications and we are good to go. Please don t refers to us fans as elderly. We can out sing, and out dance any 30 year old. Hey the majority of the band is “elderly”, and they are no too shabby. Concert was great. Brian is my hero.

  6. Rebecca Pratt
    Posted May 15, 2017 at 12:00 pm | Permalink

    I completely agree w/ Ron & Laurie. I saw “Pet Sounds” last night at ACL Live in Austin, TX, & I could see how wrong this reviewer was about so much regarding this concert, including simple things like confusing what musician played what instruments, how many played what, and to say she was offensive is being kind. To my count, she mentioned Brian’s age, the elderly, older folks, shuffling, inappropriate/unwarranted comments about older individuals, etc., 14 times.

    Like Ron, reading that her introduction to The Beach Boys was w/ the song “Kokomo”, as well as her intimate information of the Beach Boys from the show “Full House”, where she seemed to glean the rest of her “knowledge” of this band (& writes a paragraph about the sitcom), along w/ her admitting that “from what I read…” regarding Blondie’s singing “Sail on, Sailor” is insulting, esp. when what she read was inaccurate. Many of us know the actual history & didn’t have to do homework before we attended the concert.

    Interesting that Blondie Chaplin’s singing this song, along w/ a couple of others was “cringe-worthy”, altho it’s a BB song, but Headley writes about the strange “contrast.” I completely disagree that he sounded as tho the music he was playing, was more befitting of an 80s metal band.

    She writes that Chaplin was with the BB for “only” one year? Yet he’s on 3 of their albums. I immediately, thought, why did this person get the gig of writing this review?

    She also presents Brian’s leaving the stage early, during Blondie’s playing in during the last song of th 1st set, as a sign of Brian’s distaste for Blondie, when he left the stage early at the end of both sets due to his difficulty in moving, which she mentioned often but didn’t seem to put together.

    Almost every person making commentary here knows more about the history of this great band & these outstanding musicians, as well as appreciating simply seeing the Living Legend & Icon, Brian Wilson, as Headley contradicts herself often thru this “review.” She’s all of what, 40 years old? Not such a youngster, herself. But everyone else in the audience was an old geezer, fumbling w/ phones, etc. Not even close. I talked to many ppl in their 20s & otherwise younger than Headley (& btw, it’s the younger generation that is so obnoxious about taking pics w/ flashes).

    So the first part of the show was great, & “the 11-piece band does an impeccable job of translating such a complex creation.” But it was also full of “random” songs, she adds. Which is it? And why was she relieved when Intermission arrived if she enjoyed the 1st set so much? Those who appreciate their music didn’t want it to end.

    I also don’t think a 2 1/2 hour concert is considered “too long”, regardless of Brian’s age. 2-2 1/2 hours is a typical length.

    And just so you know, Ms. Headley, in an interview in 2016, Brian was asked what his thoughts are on retirement. He said he didn’t want to retire–he’d rather tour & take airplane flightsl. He also said he was working on a new album. You’re assumptions based on a slow-moving gentleman–that he’s just being “wheeled out”, he doesn’t want to be there, etc.–are completely off-the-mark. Things may have changed since that interview, he may simply be tired from the tour, or indeed, we may be losing him “mentally”, but that was quite presumptuous on your part.

    This may have been one of the worst, most inaccurate “reviews” I’ve ever read. As a performer, that’s especially insulting b/c we are weary of writers & “journalists” getting it wrong (btw, our shows start at 7:00, 7:30, or 8:00, usually depending on the night of the week; this Pet Sounds concert started at 8pm where I saw it), but most ppl who attended the concert I dids seemed to see a different performance than Headley did. And we old geezers were on our feet & danced every chance we were given.

    Brian was appreciative of our applause & ovations, but he did ask us to sit each time (as did Al). For all these reasons, among others I haven’t mentioned, are why so many of us give little credence to what these “critics” write. Good thing or we’d otherwise miss out on great performances.

  7. Lissy
    Posted May 16, 2017 at 2:15 pm | Permalink

    Obviously music is very personal. Like Rebecca I saw Brian Wilson and band at ACL last Sunday. When he walked on stage (assisted) after the rest of the amazing musicians, he received a standing ovation. I cried. Why? Because I looked around and there are people of all ages there: seniors like me, teenagers and young adults, all lovers of Brian Wilson’s music. No, his voice is not the strong one of his youth but to me, more than his incredible talent, is how this man has survived the struggle of mental disease. My oldest daughter took her life after years of depression so I understand that it is not a personal struggle but a struggle that involves your love ones. I read his autobiography a couple of months before the concert because although I knew about his mental problems I wanted to hear it in his own words. It is an honest, sad and fascinating story. Yes, he rambles and repeats but it is almost like you can feel the struggle inside his mind. He survived!
    Brian Wilson is a genius and at 74 he is still bringing down the house. Of course I cried again when he sang the last song: Love and Mercy.

  8. Cameron
    Posted May 18, 2017 at 9:00 am | Permalink

    I too was disgusted by the review as I am honored to see a musical genius that even George Martin who produced The Beatles, said Brian was the Best song writer ever! He has missed out on so much during his life and to watch him truly enjoy himself during these concerts is heartwarming as anyone who has dealt with mental illness will appreciate just how far he has come back. I consider it an honor to see him and his amazing band again. She has No Clue how complex his songs were-the chord selection, changing of keys and the unbeatable harmonies they sang! Mind Blowing, and thank you Brian!

  9. Joanie C
    Posted May 19, 2017 at 6:07 am | Permalink

    Thank you, Lissy, for you commentary. I had a similar experience. I know I was not the only tearful one in the house at Brian’s concert in Albuquerque last night. It was moving and beautiful to see the man accompanied by people who played his brilliant music perfectly and with soul and obvious love for the man’s genius.
    I found Ms. Headly’s review ignorant and disrespectful and was offended by her lack of prior knowledge and depth of understanding. I hope next time, her editor will show some foresight before assigning reviewers.

  10. Bridey
    Posted May 22, 2017 at 3:42 pm | Permalink

    I saw Wilson and the band just this Saturday, and they’ve cut Blondie back to two songs, which was probably wise. He is a ham, but it was sort of amusing; if anybody on stage minded, they’d have long since told him to knock it off. At least in this show, they played with no intermission and didn’t leave the stage after “Pet Sounds.” Brian just said, “This is the encore. Now we’re going to rock you.” (Though the lack of a break may also have been because of the crappy outdoor venue at Harrah’s Laughlin; there’s no good place to rest backstage except on the tour bus.)

    About Brian himself, sure, he didn’t look like very well (not that he has in a while), and Matt Jardine guided him on and off the stage. He used what seemed to be a small Teleprompter, which this writer doesn’t mention, so that may be new; in any event, he wasn’t apparently relying on it much, so it may be just a safety net.

    In any event, the effect was certainly bittersweet, but not sad. Though he was most often more workmanlike and patient than enthusiastic, I don’t think Brian Wilson does much he doesn’t want to do. There’s no reason to think these people who have known and worked with him for decades are exploiting him (“wheeling him out”), and it’s pretty insulting to everyone to suggest that there is.

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