The Performance

So, this is the Beach Boys or what is left of them. Mike Love is front center and John Stamos is to his left. What? You didn't know that John Stamos is a Beach Boy? He didn't just play a musician on TV, he is a real one. And a good one and really hot and ...oh, don't get me started.

I don't know who else was there because they never introduced themselves. There were a total of three old guys who may or may not have been in the original group. Mike Love was the only one I recognized. A Fourth old guy came out and sang one song. He was good; they all were, but it's frustrating not knowing who they all were. The acoustics of the room were bad, but the band was true to their sound. The replacement musicians were a good vocal match for the missing members.

After the show, my friends took their daughter behind the stage to get autographs. I loaned them my pen.

A few minutes later they returned with autographs by Mike Love and John Stamos. I'm going to have to frame my pen. It doesn't seem right to treat it like an ordinary pen now.

My friends said that the Beach Boys were so nice and polite. Mike Love was a kind, grandfatherly type. The musicians even recognized their daughter as the little girl who slept through their performance. (It was no reflection on their performance. It was just past her bedtime.) I was a little surprised, though, that they could see us through the lights. They probably recognized Lindsay and me as being the people who came into their green room looking for a bathroom. And, instead of telling us to get out, they invited us in and showed us a short-cut. That's class.