Met The Beach Boys


In 1973 on a ferry from Vancouver to Victoria, sat beside the Beach Boys in the dining room. Two fifteen year old girls - stoned. We were talking about the Beach Boys concert we were on our way to see - and the fact that we didn't have tickets yet. They started flirting with us, teasing us about the concert and we didn't recognize them. To be fair, I only knew them from their clean cut album covers with matching striped shirts. These were big, dirty, extremely hairy men. Who knew?
Turns out they were doing some promos for the local radio station on the ferry, which included GIVING AWAY TICKETS. Oh well.
We bought tickets from scalpers and actually didn't realize who they were until they walked out on stage.


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