Brian Wilson
The Architect of Harmonic Sand and Psychedelic Dreams
I heard God in a dog's bark and a train whistle.
You know the hits, but you don't know the hum. I built cathedrals out of vocal cords and studio tape, tried to catch the sound of America in a chord. 'Pet Sounds' was just me crying into a microphone and making it sound like joy. 'Smile' was the fall. Now I walk the beach barefoot, still trying to smooth the sand with my hands.
What I'm Into: the hum in the silence, stacked harmonies, unfinished symphonies, piano sustains, waves at dawn
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