Special Guest Blogger: Dennis Wilson

For a band who made a career out of singing about how rad and cool Surfing was, out of the five of us i was the only one who knew the correct end of a surfboard and could actually surf and it was my idea that surfing should be our thing after going to the beach and seeing lots of the kids taking up surfing and i persuaded the band it was going to be huge so we should sing about it, and maybe call it surfin' to be be a bit more cool, and boy did we milk that with Surfin', Surfin' Safari, Surfin' USA, Catch A Wave, Surfer Girl, Noble Surfer, The Surfer Moon, Surfers Rule, South Bay Surfer and Surf's Up before branching out into songs about the beach, girls, fast cars and then a few more about surfin'.
The band was me, my two brothers, my cousin and a friend and i was the drummer but i wasn't great and a few times they had to get a proper drummer in to dub over my weak offerings.
We were the kings of riding the wild waves and impressing those California girls with our surf moves although we did get into hot water with Surfin' USA as we lifted the tune directly from a Chuck Berry song, denied it and he sued us but Chuck wasn't about to horribly murder us for it unlike the next guy whose song we nicked.
That began with a couple of female hitch-hikers i picked up and bought home who turned out to be members of the Manson Family who invited themselves over, including the head of the family Charles who i got on well with and he played me some of his songs which i liked, so much actually that i took one tune, called 'Cease to Exist' and decided to change the name to 'Never Learn to Love', rewrite a few lines and claim the full credit.
To show his appreciation, Manson threatened to murder me and showed me the bullet he was going to use to do it and that sort of thing puts a strain on a friendship and i skipped town until Manson and his goons were good and locked up for murdering someone else.
I drowned while drunk and high but the seeds for that were sown three years earlier when during a bitter divorce, i threw my ex-wifes belongings into the sea at the Marina Del Ray and i was at the same Marina three years later, felt bad about it and after an afternoon of knocking back tequila, decided to hire a boat and to see if i could dive in and salvage them.
Turns out drinking lots of alcohol and swimming goes together about as well as drinking lots of alcohol and swimming and i drowned but i was proud of what i achieved, it was my idea to give the World the Californian sound and despite the whole Charles Mason thing the guys said that of all of us i was always the real brick of the group, and that's not too bad, sturdy, reliable...my mistake, that first letter is a P. The b*stards.