What would you do if you got to be Brian Wilson for one day?

[Mr. Cohen]

That's right, what would you do if you got to actually be Brian Wilson for one day? As part of the scenario, Brian won't remember that someone else had control of his body for a day, but he also won't know what 'he' did that day. I think I'd go find Mike Love in a black helicopter and offer him some cake as a truce.

[phirnis]

"Hey Diane, this is Brian. Like to come over?"

Really, this stuff is kind of creepy, don't you think? Imagine being a 66-year-old and people discussing on a message board what they would like to do if they were going to achieve (in some mysterious way) control over your body and mind for one day. But never mind, should be fun nonetheless.

[Mr. Cohen]

Imagine being a 66-year-old and people discussing on a message board what they would like to do if they were going to achieve (in some mysterious way) control over your body and mind for one day.

I don't know. If I was Brian Wilson I'd be too rich to care.

[Loaf]

I would sign that record contract to release a 5-CD Smile Sessions, then I would head to the Archives with a picnic and a DAT recorder and camp out for the day.

[Sheriff John Stone]

I'd call Mike, Al, Bruce and David to meet me at Al's barn studio. There, with Mike, I'd finish a couple of songs that I've had in my head for awhile. Then I'd ask Mike, Al, Bruce, and David to "give me" their best song that they got. At the end of the day, I'd finish up with a couple of covers/oldies. Finally, I'd UPS the day's work (a demo of all the songs worked on) to Capitol Records as the next proposed Beach Boys' album.

Of course, this would take the full 24 hours!

[The Heartical Don]

I would confront those voices in my head. I would say: 'Hey, suckers, listen: your sound is pretty nifty but I don't like your tone. There's but one way for you: to form a band with me and harmonize. And make records. Since I smoked away my own voice, you do the high parts. We'll go to Western and Gold Star and record. We'll be the Boys of the Beach, period.'

[phirnis]

I'd call Mike, Al, Bruce and David to meet me at Al's barn studio. There, with Mike, I'd finish a couple of songs that I've had in my head for awhile. Then I'd ask Mike, Al, Bruce, and David to "give me" their best song that they got. At the end of the day, I'd finish up with a couple of covers/oldies. Finally, I'd UPS the day's work (a demo of all the songs worked on) to Capitol Records as the next proposed Beach Boys' album.

Of course, this would take the full 24 hours!

And what an unforgettable day it would most definitely be for all parties involved. 

[the captain]

I'd sit in my room hoping today wasn't going to be a hallucinations-day.

[lance]

Take viagra. Cheat on Melinda.

[♩♬🐸 Billy C ♯♫♩🐇]

I'd sit in my room hoping today wasn't going to be a hallucinations-day.

Gives me an idea for a song lyric now...

[SG7]

Pay his band in four fold for what they've done for him.

[the captain]

I'd sit in my room hoping today wasn't going to be a hallucinations-day.

Gives me an idea for a song lyric now...

I think that is the basis of about 98% of the song ideas I've ever had.

[Jason]

Kill myself.

[donald]

I would actually play the keyboard and sing whichever parts struck my fancy at that night's performance.  Really blow some minds.  And I 'd kick over the teleprompter and sing the songs as best as I could recall.  And all night, I'd speak freely to the audience, saying  whatever popped into my head.
Just really piss off the wife and handlers.  And then I'd take an electric bass and stride over to Jeffrey, hang it around his neck and invite the audience to watch the fat boy play the bass.   Finally, I'd grab Taylor Mills, sweep her off her feet, kiss her passionately, drop her abruptly, and bow to the audience while announcing; Hold your applause,  I'm not a genius, I'm just a hard working guy

[Pretty Funky]

I'd ask admin to redirect these 'what if' style threads about Brian to the Blueboard where they belong.

[Dove Nested Towers]

I would actually play the keyboard and sing whichever parts struck my fancy at that night's performance.  Really blow some minds.  And I 'd kick over the teleprompter and sing the songs as best as I could recall.  And all night, I'd speak freely to the audience, saying  whatever popped into my head.
Just really piss off the wife and handlers.  And then I'd take an electric bass and stride over to Jeffrey, hang it around his neck and invite the audience to watch the fat boy play the bass.   Finally, I'd grab Taylor Mills, sweep her off her feet, kiss her passionately, drop her abruptly, and bow to the audience while announcing; Hold your applause,  I'm not a genius, I'm just a hard working guy

  

[Dove Nested Towers]

I would sign that record contract to release a 5-CD Smile Sessions, then I would head to the Archives with a picnic and a DAT recorder and camp out for the day.

This thread IS a little creepy, but in the name of vicarious wish-fulfillment, I'll add to the above
sentiment.

I'd do whatever I could (a LOT, I'm sure, maybe enough to actualize it), above and
beyond signing a contract, to facilitate the realization of the final missing piece of my legacy, and
be the decisive factor in making the best possible production of a Smile Sessions set, with all ex-
tant fragments of the music, no matter what dusty and unknown location they reside in, included
(asking with all the pull of my reputation and loyalty I command that every effort be made to lay
hands on and contribute ((for a price of course, if necessary))whatever they have by all relevant parties). I'm sure some major nuggets would emerge from some woodwork or other. (Durry Parks acetates, etc).

Thus laying to as final a rest as is possible the last and most major piece of unfinished business
still hovering over my (Brian's) life's work

Say Amen, somebody!

[The Heartical Don]

I would sign that record contract to release a 5-CD Smile Sessions, then I would head to the Archives with a picnic and a DAT recorder and camp out for the day.

This thread IS a little creepy, but in the name of vicarious wish-fulfillment, I'll add to the above
sentiment.

I'd do whatever I could (a LOT, I'm sure, maybe enough to actualize it), above and
beyond signing a contract, to facilitate the realization of the final missing piece of my legacy, and
be the decisive factor in making the best possible production of a Smile Sessions set, with all ex-
tant fragments of the music, no matter what dusty and unknown location they reside in, included
(asking with all the pull of my reputation and loyalty I command that every effort be made to lay
hands on and contribute ((for a price of course, if necessary))whatever they have by all relevant parties). I'm sure some major nuggets would emerge from some woodwork or other. (Durry Parks acetates, etc).

Thus laying to as final a rest as is possible the last and most major piece of unfinished business
still hovering over my (Brian's) life's work

Say Amen, somebody!

I second that emotion.

[Mr. Cohen]

This thread IS a little creepy, but in the name of vicarious wish-fulfillment, I'll add to the above
sentiment.

There's people on this board that have spent a significant amount of their lives "researching" Brian Wilson's entire life, and yet a fanciful offhand topic about what you would do if you were Brian Wilson is what pushes your 'creep' buttons? Weird people, I tells ya...

[Jonas]

I would actually play the keyboard and sing whichever parts struck my fancy at that night's performance.  Really blow some minds.  And I 'd kick over the teleprompter and sing the songs as best as I could recall.  And all night, I'd speak freely to the audience, saying  whatever popped into my head.
Just really piss off the wife and handlers.  And then I'd take an electric bass and stride over to Jeffrey, hang it around his neck and invite the audience to watch the fat boy play the bass.   Finally, I'd grab Taylor Mills, sweep her off her feet, kiss her passionately, drop her abruptly, and bow to the audience while announcing; Hold your applause,  I'm not a genius, I'm just a hard working guy

awesome

[sockittome]

I'd spend the morning compiling a list of names and then pay those people a visit....


....and punch them right square in the face.

I'm not gonna name any names, I think everyone can figure that out!

[Magic Transistor Radio]

I would leave Melinda and beg Marilyn to take me back. (very creepy)  Or I would call up Billy Corgan to collaborate with me on our next album. Or maybe I would buy the movie 'Beautiful Mind' and make a note to watch it tommorow.

[Dancing Bear]

I would actually play the keyboard and sing whichever parts struck my fancy at that night's performance.  Really blow some minds.  And I 'd kick over the teleprompter and sing the songs as best as I could recall.  And all night, I'd speak freely to the audience, saying  whatever popped into my head.
Just really piss off the wife and handlers.  And then I'd take an electric bass and stride over to Jeffrey, hang it around his neck and invite the audience to watch the fat boy play the bass.   Finally, I'd grab Taylor Mills, sweep her off her feet, kiss her passionately, drop her abruptly, and bow to the audience while announcing; Hold your applause,  I'm not a genius, I'm just a hard working guy

After all that, you could pull a syringe from your pocket and scream from the top of your lungs "I'M BACK IN BUSINESS, Gosh Darn. ENOUGH WITH THIS SISSY MUSIC, LET'S PLAY SOME GOOD STUFF!" Then you'd abruptly take the bass away from the fatboy, killing him in the process if possible, and start a rendition of 'Back Home', Largo 1977 style.

[sockittome]

After which he could do a cover of "All I Want to Do".

[Bicyclerider]

First thing I'd do is call up Alan Boyd and David Leaf and go through the tape inventory, having an engineer pull tapes I want to listen to, especially any Smile stuff not yet leaked or on multitrack. 

Then I'd go visit Wendy and give her a fatherly affectionate squeeze on her butt (OK, creepy I know).  But she's hot.

I'd authorize new projects like a Smile box, a new Stack of Tracks CD, a four disc Beach Boys live set covering the entire history of the group, a 2 CD Beach Boys Rarities set and tell my people to do whatever it takes to get a Best of Dennis Wilson set out with a selection of Beach Boys tracks and rarities with his 71 solo tracks.

I would go through my archives and send original sheet music, contracts, memorabilia, and musical instruments to my home address in New Orleans.

I would have a steak dinner with Van Dyke and talk about the old days, especially Smile, the lyric confrontation with Mike, his leaving (and coming back), the SMile timeline, Heroes and Villains in it's various incarnations, and The Elements.