At
one point in the tour -- maybe it was in Pittsburgh, which BTW I think is a
great city & I’d love to visit again someday -- the rumor wafted through
like pungent incense at a teenage
basement party in the early ‘70’s: Brian’s coming! Brian’s coming!
The
Brian, of course, was none other than the Grand High Poohbah and revered founder
of the Beach Boys, Mr. Brian Wilson.
With (cool) brother Dennis gone, and sweet younger brother Carl
dutifully keeping the name alive and the band on tour, the legendary Brian had
been invited to join the tour periodically whenever he was available.
For
years, he had been off and on in the care of -- or under the spell of -- the infamous Doctor Eugene Landy,
but at this point in ’87 he was once again more or less a “free” man. Brian was
going to come on the tour for a few dates. The anticipation was as palpable as.
. . well, name your favorite brew and, there ya go.
At
any rate, when a guy is a living musical legend and you’re a musician, you just
have to cross your fingers and hold your breath. . . We were so looking forward
to seeing Brian.
We
chatted with the tour manager about it, how much we wanted to meet and hang out
with Brian. “I’ll let you know,” the tour manager said. We were extra nice to
him and the entire crew. . . we so wanted to meet B. Wilson!
(photo
of Bruce & BB band musician with equipment)
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