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I'm the "Malbuff" who made the comment you quoted (from archive.org's Dead compendium, I believe.

I can tell you a little more about the BB set. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Though a Deadhead, I loved the Beach Boys too, and had never seen them perform. I was absolutely astonished when I saw Brian come out with the band. Little did I know...

Mike Love announced they were going to do the old Chuck Berry tune, "Rock and Roll Music," because, as Mike rather smarmily remarked, "We all love rock and roll music." Pause. "Right, Brian?"

No response.

"Brian...?"

Brian, softly: "Yeah."

Mike: "Well, Brian, how does it go?"

Silence.

"Briiiiiaaaannnn..."

Silence.

Mike, playing to the crowd the whole time: "Can you AT LEAST give us the first verse--- BRIAN????"

Brian, staring down at the keys, haltingly whispers out the words, pausing many times, but he gets them right:
"I got no kick against modern jazz/Unless they try to play it too darn fast."

Mike: "That's it, let's go!" and they launch into the song.

I was mortified. Somebody ought to have pulled a "Pete Townshend" on that SOB and swatted him off the doggone stage.

The band was tight and strong that night. Little or no wasted time in the abbreviated set format.

But what I remember most about that night was the Beach Boys' performance. Though a Deadhead, I loved the Beach Boys too, and had never seen them perform. I was absolutely astonished when I saw Brian Wilson come out with the band. He had finally ventured out on the road for the first time in years, and there he sat, a big hulking figure at the piano, while throughout the set, Mike Love pointedly teased and belittled him to the point of cruelty. The others just looked on, embarrassed. It was like watching a dysfunctional family:

Mike announced they were going to do the old Chuck Berry tune, "Rock and Roll Music," because, as Mike rather smarmily remarked, "We all love rock and roll music." Pause. "Right, Brian?"

No response.

"Brian...?"

Brian, softly: "Yeah."

Mike: "Well, Brian, how does it go?"

Silence.

"Briiiiiaaaannnn..."

Silence.

Mike, playing to the crowd the whole time: "Can you AT LEAST give us the first verse--- BRIAN????"

Brian, staring down at the keys, haltingly whispers out the words, pausing many times, but he gets them right:
"I got no kick against modern jazz/Unless they try to play it too darn fast."

Mike: "That's it, let's go!" and they launch into the song.

I was mortified. Somebody ought to have pulled a "Pete Townshend" on that SOB and swatted him off the doggone stage.