Yorkshire exile Brian Cutts has taken to a rather lazy kind of blogging this summer - whereby he just posts songs from the past lifted from YouTube which I previously thought was a new brand of toothpaste that used the entrails of female sheep! Anyway, feeing rather lazy today, I am going to follow the pudding burner's example and post a random song from the past that has always stuck in my head. It's 1965 and it's The Beach Boys:-
I had the pleasure of watching The Beach Boys in concert in 1971 at The Great Western Festival in Bardney near Lincoln. They were headlining along with Slade who, rather surprisingly, were also quite brilliant. But that weekend afternoon in the sunshine, it was lovely to hear the west coast harmonies of The Beach Boys who brought California to the plains of Lincolnshire. I was eighteen and there with my old mate Jock Hornby, digging the music, planning that when next in the East Yorkshire seaside town of Hornsea we would look out over the grey North Sea and announce "Surf's up!"