Not to stray from the beautiful tributes and memories of Brian Wilson, but a favorite Beach Boys song, Barbara Ann, is a song that in high school, college and well beyond, I had to live with as a homage to my name Bob Moran.
In fact, my Spanish teacher at Nazareth in Brooklyn, Mr. Gino Rozetti, sang it to me as I came into his classroom many mornings, as a goof, and the entire class would join in, saying Barbara Ann not, but Ba Ba Ba Bob Moran, so much so, my nickname became BaBaBa BobMoran. I can still hear the drumming on the desks.
Don't listen too closely and you'll maybe hear what I'm talking about. Sounds more like it when they come in for the chorus.....
In Law School after third year's last grueling exam, we all went to Patrick's Pub a St. John's hangout on Union Turnpike, and there was a cover band, asking for songs, and still then classmates thought Barbara Ann was Bob Moran, so they did that song, and came through the audience with a mic, it gets to me and I stumble though a song with few to no other lyrics.
The band leader, at the end says, "does anyone else want a song that they don't know the lyrics to, that was horrible".
My excuse: I had more than a few adult beverages already that night.