The Beach Boys' success at promoting the themes of an American paradise and perpetual youth precluded them from growing up, lest America be forced to do so as well. For Brian, youth and paradise were primarily themes to focus his song writing upon. Dennis Wilson was fixated not with paradise, but with water, and it was water that eventually killed him.

Only Mike Love (the "oldest" Beach Boy in appearance though not age) - bald at 25 - understood the nature of the Beach Boys appeal. His boyish personality and goofy onstage demeanor define the appeal of the Beach Boys for many people. The Beach Boys made a triumphant return to the stage (and through compilation albums) in the '70s with Mike Love out front, not fat freaked-out Brian Wilson.

Now to he songs: "Surfin Safari" was the Beach Boys first national hit, released in the fall of 1962. Mike Love was the tour guide with a broken-nosed twang that millions of flatlanders interpreted as a "California accent." Mike Love was the spokesman for the Southern California paradise from the get-go.

The very first verse evokes California as a paradise, the kind of place where guys get up early in the morning and are so happy they sing. Beautiful girls accompany them to their "job," which is surfing. They love this job so much that they do it for free - it is untainted by the stench of commerce (kind of like blogging). Also, in the Beach Boys' version, the occupation is open to everyone, "Let's go surfin' now, everyone is learning how, come on a safari with me." This does not correspond well to reality.

The social structure of surfing is built upon the concept that not everyone can do it. It is difficult. It is physically demanding. It requires more time than golf to master. It requires great patience. It requires the ability to swim very well and it requires an ocean. If these impediments weren't enough to prevent "everyone" from surfing, then the open hostility of the "locals" to invading flatlanders, would be. The turf wars of surfers have been as intense, if not as deadly, as those of street gangs.

Even on the Boys' first hit, symbolism and metaphor superceded reality. Surfing wasn't a reality for the vast majority, it was a symbol of a magical ever-youthful place. Surfing brought good health through exercise and sea air. It brought popularity through its mastery. It brought success with the opposite sex, who were driven to hormonal overdrive by the sea air, surfing prowess, and lots of skin.

These were things that anyone would wish for, and anyone could partake of these delights through the music of the Beach Boys and through the attitudes and dress of the beach. No real surfers would have spread the gospel with the evangelical zeal of the Beach Boys. No real surfer would want the competition for precious wave space.