The Beach Boys

DEREK TAYLOR reporting from Hollywood on a meeting of the giants

PAUL drops in at a BEACH BOYS recording session

CHRISTMAS IN APRIL. PAUL McCARTNEY came to Los Angeles by stealth by night in FRANK SINATRA’S shimmering Lear Jet and was gone before half the city knew he’d been which is not to say he went unnoticed.

Word of mouth had him in every club on the Strip, with rumours of RINGO flying in a day later and GEORGE planning to follow with RAVI SHANKAR, but the reality was just Paul and dear old pal MALCOLM EVANS having a gentle 36 hours in LA (en route between Denver, Colorado and London).

Paul went to a BEACH BOYS session which is not something that happens to everyone who hits town nor is it something that happens to the Beach Boys every night nor is it every night the Beach Boys make a single.

They did when Paul was there though and maybe it was not an accident that it was finished that hothouse night. This single for which many of us long, not excepting the Beach Boys who would have chosen the word “ache” rather than “long” had they been writing this column as in a way they are, for there is no news this week more cheerful than the Beatle-Beach Boy rapport unless it be two meetings between Paul and PAPA MAMA, JOHN and MICHELLE with BYRDS CROSBY and McGUINN present at the first domestic encounter and BRIAN WILSON in attendance at the next.

Somehow it was like Van Gogh meeting Constable meeting Turner meeting Rembrandt in a time machine fuelled by a compound of adrenalin and dexedrine in un-equal parts depending on the necessary speed.

Paul in LA was as easy and open and settled as a child at play. He has, and not without conscious thoughts, reconstructed his attitudes to eliminate anger, intolerance, malice and spite (and as there was never any envy, greed, sloth, or hatred, nor was there any of the pressure which might induce lost).

Paul McCartney, free of any of the deadly sins, hopes with superb elan through a world which for the most part rejoices in his belonging to it. (The same goes for Mal Evans, a very beautiful product of an incomparable scene.)

Paul was very happy about the impending album; who can bear to wait to hear it? So little else bends the ear nor blows the mind as a Beatles LP. Parallel in the old days was the next episode of David Copperfield breathlessly anticipated from the English Channel to the Americas.

Any fine album is an adornment to one’s four-walled entrapment. The worst thing I heard anyone say last year came from an income tax collector I was trying to bribe with free albums, “No thank you,” he said, “I don’t have a record player in my home, you understand.”

Well, where were we vis-à-vis the Beach Roys? What I am really doing is stalling because I cannot find a facile way to tell you that the most famous single not to have been recorded is not yet recorded.

In other words, and to make the longest record ever made very short a tale, “Heroes and Vil-Iains” is not going to be a single. It is however going to make history as the one of ones that got away. The talk now is that it will be an album track on “Smile,” the also famous album also not yet complete.

Please understand that the Beach Boys delays with product are the result of painful self-criticism. The mirrors into which Brian Wilson looks for reassurance are not always kind. Sometimes there is no reflection at all. His view is that “Heroes and Villains,” at prevent, is tormented with over-elaboration and a score of second thoughts, cruelly chipped from his bump of caution. It was ever thus with great men.

Title of the new single “Vegetables” (the spelling may be wrong), a light and lyrical day-to-day green-grocery song on which AL JARDINE sings a most vigorous lead. The other side is wonderful which I only heard improvised at the piano with the boys humming the theme for Paul. At any rate, they will be ample samples of the best of The new Beach Boys stock-in-trade when next they come to Britain to show again why they were voted where they belong.

From Disc And Music Echo – April 22, 1967

A Hard Day’s Surfin’ Safari

Brian Wilson & Paul McCartney met each other through music darkly and then face to face in my house and the first meeting was the easier because music is a more natural environment for a musicianly relationship than a living-room.

There had been, for many years, a mutually-warm admiration-society between the Beach Boys and the Beatles — an exchange of exultation at each other’s releases. The Beach Boys came first — they were formed in the schoolroom and their debut hit was in 1961, in the very week that the late Brian Epstein drew up his initial contract with the Beatles — and rhythm guitarist Al Jardine, (one of the founder-Beach Boys) recalls returning from a tour of Australia to find his country in the thrall of “I Want To Hold Your Hand” by the unknown Beatles.

Britain discovered the Beach Boys on a European TV and promotional trip in 1964 — the same year that America fell for the Beatles but the British response to the US group was an unworthy “Well, OK … so you’re the Beach Boys. We have our own home-grown scene going but thanks anyway…”

It was three years later, on the foaming tip of the crest of the tidal wave of “Pet Sounds” whipped to a fury by the gale of “Good Vibrations” that the Beach Boys swamped Britain and the rest of Europe with such a flood of success that in London’s “New Musical Express” voters decided the American group should replace the Beatles as “Top World Group.”

During the years between “Surfin Safari” and “Revolver” Lennon/McCartney and Wilson watched the development of each group’s work with increasing interest and with — so musical people tell me — substantial influence on each other’s experimentation. A long time ago, Lennon commented in print that “Wilson was a bloody genius who uses voices like instruments” and Wilson, for his part, freely conceded that it was the critical acclaim accorded “Rubber Soul” that had spurred him to reach a new plateau with “Pet Sounds,” a climb, which though Beatle-inspired, did not tempt him to use their footholds, steal their guidelines nor filch any of their deft short-cuts. Why should he? He had enough of his own.

I had left the Beatles before “Rubber Soul” and had joined the Beach Boys at “Pet Sounds” time and there were moments when I sensed the unspoken “Mirror, mirror on the wall; who is the fairest of us all?” But apart from conversational slips of the tongue, which may have been Freudian or simply phonetic — “Beach Boys” sometimes came, out as “Beatles” or vice versa — I managed to steer a course in representing the Californian fivesome which took me safely along the narrow road from Beatle Friendship to Beach Boys Loyalty, twin townships in which there were signs of incipient rivalry.

Some members of the groups had met on the road in 1965, somewhere in. the North West where the tours coincided. But the meeting had been one of those scrambling handshakescenes in a dressing-room physically inadequate to accommodate a duo of dwarfs, let alone two man-sized rock ’n roll groups with Fenders, Rickenbackers, Gibsons, practice amps, cops, bouncers, promoters, boxes of fanmail, and piled up trays of halfchewed hamburgers.

Against such clutter there had been, therefore, little real rapport and in any case, Brian Wilson was not around at the meeting.

A year later, however, after “Pet Sounds” and before “Revolver”—is it not strange how one measures history in albums, yet not so strange as measurement in wars — it became clear that a summit of some sort was timely and meaningful. So when the Beatles came to Los Angeles in 1966 for the last-but-one concert in their lovingly-remembered live career, I created a domestic climate in which composer might collide with composer and communicate without harrassment or pain.

Paul was first to arrive, in the best of humor. Brian Wilson called, Paul took the call and said “come on over” and Brian did, with brother Carl and their wives.

The lights were low in the house and the Los Angeles basin twinkled blue, red gold and silver and we had “Glenn Miller’s Latest Hits” softly on the record player. “Hi” said Brian and the Wilsons. “Hello” said Paul and added: “Well you’re Brian Wilson and I’m Paul McCartney so let’s get that out of the way and have a good time.” Brian laughed and said “Would you like to hear a dub?”

He played the extraordinarily fascinating track of “Good Vibrations” and it impressed Paul who asked for the dub “as a souvenir.” Brian said he’d rather not part with it. He wasn’t completely happy with the sound. Oh well. It didn’t matter that much.

We talked for a couple of hours, joined by David Crosby of the Byrds and by George Harrison. It wasn’t a bad meeting but it wasn’t the answer. Paul and Brian knew that and I did too.

Thus, in the spring of this year, when Paul returned as a “private citizen” to LA we decided to do the meeting again — this time in a recording studio. I took Paul to Sound Recorders in Hollywood and this time a real bond was formed between the Englishman and the American — a bond which will not readily become unsealed. Brian was at his most active and energetic as producer that night and it was a fine three-hour music involvement.

The record under production was “Vegetables,” then planned as a single now to be an album track on “Smiley Smile,” the Beach Boys next album — the first LP to be released on the Brother Records label distributed through CAPITOL.

Capitol. CAPITOL!

Capitol is where I should have come in for this labyrinthian narrative intertwining the Beatles with the Beach Boys was asked of me by Cash Box to celebrate Capitol’s birthday but I left the connection until the end because it seemed more graceful.

However, I cannot see that the fact of Capitol’s continuing to keep the Beach Boys and the Beatles as signed artists is a coincidence for there is nothing coincidental in competitive commerce. After all, the Beatles entered America on VeeJay and the Beach Boys did not start on Capitol but on something called “Candix” and also, of course, the group and Capitol has only recently emerged (emotionally unharmed) from a lawsuit instigated by the Beach Boys against the label.

I cannot say what it is Capitol has to offer the two groups for a record label is many things to many people but whatever Capitol represents as a company, it must be worthy and valuable for the Beatles have re-signed with them for something like nine years and the Beach Boys are — despite their new Brother Records family front — still in business with Capitol.

Derek Taylor – From Cashbox – September 16, 1967