We went to the Beach Boys concert last night and we had a nostalgic blast from the past.
Round round get around I get around.

The original group consisted of three brothers and cousin and a friend. A couple of the brothers have died and Brian Wilson tours on his own now. The group we saw is led by the cousin, Mike Love.
I don’t know how else to say it, but Mike ain’t a “boy” anymore. He is old as the hills, if you can find some hills that have been around for 65 years.
But to this crowd, it didn’t matter one bit. In fact I think it helped.
The crowd that was singing and dancin’ and swaying to his music was old too.
We watched one guy who was on the floor dancin' the whole concert. I mean he was gettin' down big time. His wife never got up from the chair. I could tell he was at least old as me. I figured his wife was much younger. I’m sure she doesn’t understand what this music does to a fifty something year old has-been.
But we also saw a couple of young twenty-something girls get their dads up on their feet and in a few minutes they were all doing the shag and the jerk and the swim and just basically having a very large time.
Well Rhonda you look so fine and I know it wouldn’t take much time, for you to help me Rhonda, help me get her out of my heart. I’m picking up good vibrations. She’s giving me excitations. And she’ll have fun, fun, fun till her daddy take the T-Bird away. Tried Peggy sue, tried betty lou, tried mary lou, but I knew she wouldn’t do. Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann, take my hand.
I don’t know what you did last night but we were rockin’ and a rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’ at the Perry Agri-Center.
I suspect some of the rockers and reelers had a hard time getting out of bed this morning.
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