I’ve always enjoyed their music, but Pet Sounds is the one that eventually blew me away. It took me a few dozen listens over a span of about fifteen years, but it’s grown to be my favorite rock/pop (whatever genre you want to put it in) album of all time.
I was very lucky that my parents introduced me to Pet Sounds when I was four years old. I was born in 1970, so we’re talking 1974, eight years after its release. They taught me how to operate a phonograph, and I literally wore out Pet Sounds and four other LPs around that time (it was cool of them to let me scratch the heck out of those things. They kept their own clean copies.)
I called “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” “Wooden Nippy Nigh.”
Anyway, what can I say that hasn’t been said a hundred times? Nothing much, which is why I’m boring you all with my personal stories. Every few years, I’ll go through another phase of revisiting this work. Around 1997, it was prompted by the Sessions CD box set, with all those fascinating outtakes and studio instructions. Two years ago, it was triggered by that movie about Brian Wilson, which recreated the sessions faithfully. Other times, it’s just been a feeling that it’s time to go back to that sad but joyous, utterly sui generis musical space.
Off to see Brian again next week! The venue’s a whole mile from the house.
I was given Sunflower* as a Christmas present in 1970, the year it came out, and I’ve been a fan ever since…
*The UK release that opens with Cotton Fields.