The Beach Boys' Pet Sounds (33 1/3)

I read more than half of it before bedtime last night, and I think the guy's kind of a dummy. He makes bad jokes, is a pretty poor writer, and focuses more on the other BB albums than he does on "Pet Sounds." His lameness is summed up handily by his story about waiting in a greenroom with Brian Wilson (before a panel they were going to do on "Smile") and wanting to talk a little about "Pet Sounds" with Wilson, but not doing so. And not because he's frightened or nervous or trepidatious (is that how you spell that? how do you spell that?) but just, sorta, because.

I wished they'd asked me to write the thing. It deserves to be knocked out of the park... ( )