I had the most fun this week that I’ve ever had at a concert—seeing the Beach Boys at Red Rocks in Denver.
On tour for the first time in more than twenty years, they played 51 songs, during which I and most of the 10,000 others in the open-air theater sang along and couldn’t stop dancing. It was impossible not to dance. The pleasing harmonies and cheerful beat took possession of the body and made you sway, bounce, wave your arms and cheer. As the band sang, in a new number: “Isn’t it time we danced the night way?”
By God, we’re overdue. It was amazing to hear men in their 60s and 70s sing, Be True to Your School, and hear the graying audience shout, “Rah, rah, rah!” When I looked over the crowd it seemed that everyone was smiling, everyone felt young and alive and no one wanted the night to end.