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OK. I have to start out here by announcing a conflict of interest. There is no way I can have a shred of journalistic objectivity for this article.
I mean, we’re talking about the Beach Boys. The Beach Boys! Just say the name and I’m back to high school summers at Biddeford Pool, Maine, having "Fun, Fun, Fun" in a "Little Deuce Coupe" (well, my dad’s Chevy Impala, but close enough), and even though we never actually went on a "Surfin’ Safari" to "Kokomo," it was certainly a time of "Good Vibrations."
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Band member John Cowsill (yes, of those Cowsills), as shy as Gray, found her in a corner and gave her a big embrace. But the widest eyes of the evening belonged to 7-year-old Adam LeDuc, who couldn’t believe he was meeting his idols, and was rendered speechless by a hug from guitarist Randell Kirsch.
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