Dennis Wilson
Pacific Ocean Blue

It was December 1983, but in Dennis's world, there were no seasons, and heat and cold did not exist. He spent his last months in the company of alcohol, sleeping pills, and the color of the ocean. It's 2007, and many music critics continue to associate his name only with the Los Angeles massacre carried out by Charles Manson's hippie group. So many stories invented about it, in the end, just a few beers together and a couple of girls met. And then a lot of trust never reciprocated and truly understood by Manson. Dennis managed to turn a couple of Manson's nonsensical verses into a song, but this act of generosity by Dennis was always hated and condemned by Manson, who wanted to be the new world rock star.
Anyway, the song "Never Learn Not to Love" was the crowning jewel of the Beach Boys' album 20/20, but it wasn't by chance; the Beach Boys' talent emerged with force and surprised everyone within the group. It is a fact that from now on, the most beautiful soul ballads are his in the post-Pet Sounds albums. I find it difficult to make comparisons with other artists, especially within the group; Brian Wilson, from a swan, becomes a perpetual shadow in continuous conflict with his mind, Carl Wilson, from an ugly duckling, discovers a voice that makes Tom Jones seem like Bonolis in comparison. In short, there will be a lot of envy, even from the brothers, or rather just an insane ignorance.
Only in recent years have Beach Boys biographers been reevaluating Dennis Wilson's songs. His unique voice, his being a complete musician, not just the pretty boy of the Beach Boys who played drums, as many thought. The continual misunderstandings with his brothers, the fierce envy of other group members, made him more taciturn and solitary; the records of that period are saved only by his songs or Carl's voice. The others are a punch to the stomach, ugly and mediocre until the end. Reevaluating or better yet, re-listening to the Beach Boys' last albums means doing justice to this man who in the end leaves everything and everyone to create this masterpiece.

The follow-up album was to be called "Bamboo," but there would never be a follow-up or rather a second chance for this artist. Pacific Ocean Blue was completely ignored, the Beach Boys were immersed in early '80s dance culture, Brian continued to flee from his demons and his talent, Carl got some revenge from critics with his magnificent voice, but only when he was already dead and buried years after Dennis disappeared. When Dennis died, the Beach Boys were not in God's hands but of people who thought only of business. America at that time also had its Nick Drake, but even now, it hasn't realized anything; suffice it to say that they made just a scant hundred copies of this album on compact disc, only a memory for relatives and close friends. There's little talk about Dennis Wilson and his songs, his first album and the second album, only in bootleg; I consider this album as the Pink Moon of California. Between the first album and during the creation of the second, the artist was completely alone, buried in his solitude and his beloved ocean, with no interest from critics, no articles, and no sales of his records, just like Nick Drake. No woman to encourage him, no relative to help him against alcohol, when you're a failure nobody knows you, and everyone avoids you. If only this world, after so many years, could finally give you that chance you so much sought, to make this timeless record known to the public, rescuing it from the ashes of the seventies.