coming home tonight from grocery runs, I had “vega-tables” by brian wilson/the beach boys (from their mythical magnum opus “smile) stuck in my head. I found myself singing it to myself in loud bursts in the car driving home, and inside the house while putting groceries away. that transformed into bits of “cabin essence,” breaking the stanzas apart, singing variations of the harmonies as melodies. I didn't mind hearing my own voice for once. after some chores I went into the home office and fired up brian wilson's official release of “smile” and listened to the tracks, then jumped around a bit. after “cabin essence” came “wonderful” which segued into “song for children.” its lyrics, the lilting lonely melancholy of the melody, and muted coronet seemed to grab me by the throat and I felt sentimental for the first time in a long time. I had forgotten how wonderful and powerful this album is, and how magical the official release of it is even if it is re-recorded versions of the original tracks from 1966.
“song for children”:
Maybe not one
Maybe you too
Wondering
Wondering who
Wonderful you
Wondering
Child, the child, the child, father of the sun
Where is the father (father of the sun)
Father of the child, where is the father, child, the child
Where is the wonderful me (father of the child)
Wonderful you
Though I know what you're wondering
If you are wonderful you
I can stop you wondering if you're my wonderful
Child, child, child
The child, the child
Father of the sun
Child, child, the child
Child, child, child
The child, the child
Father of the sun
Child, child, the child
this blended into “child is the father of the man” with its blake-isms, on its way to “surf's up.” one of my absolute favorite songs in general, and in the top 3 songs by the beach boys in all of the song's versions. the image of brian playing the song solo on the piano in dim light for CBS back in '66 immediately came to mind -- the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of betrayal, the man still on the edge of being a boy struggling to make his pop masterpiece that wouldn't see the light of day for 40 years.
“surf's up”:
A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die
A choke of grief heart hardened I
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry
Surf's Up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song
and back to the wordless vocal ecstasy of “our prayer.” I had stayed away from this album and its songs for so long -- by the time brian had released it, I was burned out on it and disappointed in the modern versions of the tracks. but tonight, it was like a warm dream hug from a long-gone relative -- an imagined memory of a time before I existed but feel so connected to. i'm sorry i've been away so long, brian. thanks for welcoming me back.