Las Mejores Críticas de RYM: joannajewsom reviews Endless Summer by The Beach Boys (Mar 25, 2010)

When these guys said, "catch a wave and you'll be sitting on top of the world," they weren't bullshitting you. They were on top of the world. In fact, any anthropologist will tell you that life as a young surfin' white boy back in the late-50s to early-60s is objectively the best life any human has ever had and will ever have. It wasn't good enough to name a song "Fun." No. Their lives were so fun that they had to name the damn song "Fun, Fun, Fun." They are having three times the fun you could ever imagine.

I mean, how full of happiness and free of stress must your life be if you have the time to write songs about nothing else but catching a fucking wave? That is the kind of life that everyone wants, but only these surfin' white boys have actually been privileged to experience. The artists of our era are too busy getting shot 9 times to write about catching a wave. They're too busy trying to make sure they don't catch a bullet.

That's not to say that their life was perfect. They are human, after all. They do experience their share of heartbreak: 

"I never thought a guy could cry

'Til you made it with another guy"

or 

"When I watched you walk with him

Tears filled my eyes"

But you know what the next song is? "Don't Worry Baby"

You know why you don't have to worry? Because--

"The girls on the beach 

are all within reach, 

and one waits there for you."

When your baby decides to jump into the passenger seat of another guy's little Deuce Coupe, you know what you do? You just go down to the beach and get another girl, because they're always down at the beach WAITING FOR YOU. It's a simple system. When you're a surfin' white boy, your heartbreak lasts as long as it takes you to grab your board, drive down to the beach or the hamburger stand, meet another girl, and fall in love all over again. 

Logic will tell you, then, that these people never experienced heartbreak for more than 10 or 15 minutes (as someone who's been depressed for 4 years, I find that to be incredible). That's why the songs are so short. By time you get 2 minutes into singing the song you're completely over that girl and you don't care, because your life is too damn fun and you just met another California Girl at the hamburger stand. 

Nowadays, there are no hamburger stands where you can just go to and fall in love. Instead, you have to settle for the poisonous food at McDonald's, and you might be "lucky" enough to meet some trailer park mom who gives you an unenthusiastic hand job behind the deathly green dumpster while her two kids eat their happy meals in the backseat of her '87 Tempo with expired tags. Actually, you're lucky if you even make it to the McDonald's without being shot.