(Sorry he's hovering over you even in this blog post, Ronnie;This pic was just too wonderful not to include.)
This song drove Brian Wilson completely fucking bonkers and it would have been nothing without Ronnie's voice. I normally freak the hell out over Hal Blaine's drums (00:36 - 00:40) and the key change 24 seconds in, but her baby-ish, strained cry just says it* so perfectly if you are a girly girl such as myself.
It's from August 1963 because of course it had to be released in the summertime. Of course.
Enough typing; we're wasting time. Let's step inside the echo chamber and listen to some desire dipped in sweet honey. Play.
It's from August 1963 because of course it had to be released in the summertime. Of course.
Enough typing; we're wasting time. Let's step inside the echo chamber and listen to some desire dipped in sweet honey. Play.
mp3.
Is this a blues song? It is, 'cause I say it is. And you know I will adore it/Til eternity.
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* "it" cannot be put into words. Sorry.
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Density. Posts like these inform me that you are mine.
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