Brian Wilson doesn’t speak much in the traditional sense, but he doesn’t have to.
When you’re able to begin a concert with one of the most recognizable songs ever, you’re talking about someone special, someone who can be a little wobbly physically and vocally, yet still help produce an immensely enjoyable evening of musical nostalgia.
The architect of some of pop music’s greatest songs isn’t anyone’s idea of an engaging performer. At Wednesday’s concert at a blistering Chastain Amphitheater, Wilson hitched up his jeans, slid behind a keyboard and said, simply, “Hello, Atlanta. Thank you for coming.”
And then he and his impeccable nine-piece band launched into “California Girls.”
For the next two-and-a-half hours (including a 20-minute intermission during which Wilson sat alone in a folding chair slightly offstage), the iconic musician barreled through a musical vault rivaled only by a handful of peers.
“Do You Wanna Dance,” “Catch a Wave,” “Little Deuce Coupe,” “In My