With the Beach Boys, Brian Wilson created some of sunniest and giddiest music in the history of pop. He also crafted some of the saddest. How would he play his first ever Christmas show?
The opening night of Wilson's inaugural Yule tour on Wednesday at the Orpheum Theatre in Minneapolis was far from jingle all the way. In fact, it had all the makings of a blue Christmas and it's not because the songs were sad. Being in the presence of a genius is one thing but being entertained is another. If Christmas is about comfort and joy, then Wilson seemed uncomfortable and unjoyful.
Long suffering from mental illness, drug abuse and bad treatments, the 76-year-old seemed listless as he sat at a grand piano that he rarely played. His band seemed more tentative than tight, many players unsure of themselves, including Al Jardine, the only other original Beach Boy on board.
At one point, Jardine, trying to get Wilson involved, asked the popmeister if he had recorded one or two Christmas albums. "One," said Wilson, a man of few words. "Actually two."
The concert was billed as a recreation of 1964's "Beach Boys Christmas Album." But the 12-man band also mixed in tunes from Wilson's 2005 solo album, "What I Really Want for Christmas."
About half the material in the 55-minute holiday set was composed by Wilson, kicking off with "Little St. Nick," the Beach Boys' essential contribution to the Christmas canon. The tune was lively and Wilson sang with a modicum of enthusiasm and volume but his voice was colorless.
The affectless singer bobbed his head for a bit during the upbeat "Santa's Beard," about his 5½-year-old brother pulling off Santa's beard and wondering if St. Nick is real. Yes, sang Wilson, this is just Santa's helper. But the ditty loses it charm when the singer lacks nuance and conviction.
Despite the festive setting of giant wreathes and lit evergreens, this was turning into perhaps the least joyful Christmas pageant ever.