KENNEWICK — There’s a sure-fire way to return to your childhood — or at least your teen years. Attend a live concert featuring old fogies from your generation.
It was a sea of arthritic hips swaying to the beat, all memory of back pain lost in the moment.
As I looked at the herd of folks clapping wildly, I figured they hadn’t had this kind of excitement since they qualified for Medicare. The two original Beach Boys could identify with their audience.
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But even though the seniors prancing on the stage didn’t look like the same guys from my youth, they belted out hits as if it was yesterday.
Surfin’ Safari, I Get Around and 409 had me back in my boyfriend’s ‘55 Chevy heading for the beach — California beach, that is. And then when the musicians sang California Girl it was as if I were wearing my bikini and slathered with Coppertone.
Those were the days of surfers and sun.
The Beach Boys had only been a hit for a short time in 1962 when I spied them at a coffee house in Hollywood. They were hanging out like the rest of us, back when new celebrities could relax and enjoy the scene on Sunset Strip. I remember wishing I could talk to them, but shyness — and probably good sense — got the better of me.
This week it did, too.
Just before the concert started, I had an unexpected photo opportunity. A friend could include me, in their group to briefly meet Mike Love and Bruce Johnston — original members of the band.
I was ecstatic and tongue-tied. A miracle my husband, Bill, hadn’t witnessed before.
But for the few moments I spent with The Beach Boys, I was transported back to my teenage years.
Thankfully, when I returned to my concert seat, I wasn’t wearing my bikini.