Sunday, March 17, 2019

Pet Sounds and Dad Sounds

Write a blog, she said.

It will be really good, she said.

It will be dead easy, she said.

And so it went on for months, until I finally caved in agreed, and set up a blog.

"So what are you going to call it then?"  And this is where the hard part begins.  I've played in bands for years, and the hardest bit was always coming up with a good name that wasn't already taken.  It seems that the same is true of blogging.

I wanted a name that would represent me in some way.  After coming up with some absolute stinkers, I was about the not bother with the whole until blogging thing, until one afternoon when I was flicking through my records and my eyes fell on possibly my favourite album of all time, Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys.  And so Dad Sounds was born.

My Dad is still one of my best mates, and growing up we really bonded over music.  As a young lad, I always remember a Best of Fleetwood Mac tape that he would play in his bright orange Vauxhall Chevette.  At home, it would be The Beatles, The Byrds and James Taylor.  He would recommend music to me, and I to him.

I always thought that when I came to have kids, it would be exactly the same.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  My teenage eldest is into hip-hop, R&B and more 'modern' music (although I did overhear her listening to Fleetwood Mac and Queen in her bedroom the other night, a fact she would never admit to her mates), and the younger two love Little Mix, Ariana Grande and Baby Shark.

One day, my kids will inherit my vinyl collection, and probably lash the lot on ebay.
So I decided to try and use this blog to bond with the kids over music, and what better place to start than with an album that I've been obsessed with for years, to the point of owning it on CD, vinyl, the box set of album out-takes, and travelling to see him at the Royal Festival Hall for what later became the Brian Wilson presents Pet Sounds live album, as well as 4 other gigs, including another rendition of Pet Sounds on the 50th Anniversary Tour.

So, having had tea, we sat down on the couch, turned off the telly, and dropped the needle.

And that was about as good as it got.  They enjoyed Wouldn't It Be Nice, and were genuinely buzzing at being stood between the speakers for Caroline No, as the stereo panning made it sound as if a train was running behind their heads.

Obsessed, moi?
Alice raised a smile, sat on my knee cuddling up to me when she heard the chorus of Don't Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder), but there wasn't a touch of recognition for the beauty of I Just Wasn't Made For These Times, or the glorious, gorgeous harmonies of God Only Knows.  Rosie buggered off half way through to watch some nonsense on YouTube, which pretty much says it all.

It might be harder than it looks, this blogging lark.

1 comment:

  1. :D It'll come! All of our older kids listen to some amazing stuff nowadays (The Smiths, Echo & The Bunnymen, The Cure) - although at the moment it's the 80's which are in, so get out the Simple Minds and Human League if you want a danceathon. God Only Knows and Wouldn't It Be Nice are fantastic songs - I'd have to say Good Vibrations (not added to the album) wins it for me Beach Boys wise though - purely for that first long "I" :D