Missing Carl Wilson December 21, 1946-February 6, 1998

Today, Sunday, December 21 is the anniversary of Carl Wilson’s birth date. Born in 1946, had he beaten back the cancer that took his life, Carl would have turned 79 today.

Ultimately, Carl’s passing broke up the group, the Beach Boys, that he helped found.

The Beach Boys continued to perform and record after the passing of drummer, Dennis Wilson in 1983.

But with Carl’s death, the remaining members— cousins Brian Wilson and Mike Love, Al Jardine, and Bruce Johnston fractured and split like a California vault line. This seismic shift resulted in multiple business disagreements and countless lawsuits.

Of course in 2012, those remaining members put aside their differences for a new album and a world tour in honor of their 50th anniversary.

Still, I will always wonder what the Beach Boys would have been like if Carl had lived, and that applies to his brother, Dennis, a bit too.

Author Kent Crowley’s book, Long Promised Road, takes us into the ups and downs of the Beach Boys. There is a lot of coastline to cover in Carl’s life with and without the Beach Boys. Crowley attempts to capture this journey.

I can only begin to think what it must have been like for Carl as the youngest brother to Brian and Dennis. Their mother, Audree, must have had her hands full raising these distinct personalities.

Her husband, Murry, by all accounts could be challenging too. Yet, the love of music in the Wilson household was linked to Murry, a businessman, and a frustrated songwriter.

Early on, the oldest son, Brian showed promise in music. Most documented writings about the Beach Boys reference a story when Brian requests that his mother make Carl sing with him rather than allowing Carl to join in a neighborhood baseball game.

Mothers tend to have an intuitive sense about their children. According to longtime Beach Boys’ historian, David Leaf, Audree Wilson noted this about her youngest son: “Carl was born 30.”

In 1961, when the Beach Boys first started finding traction around Los Angeles, Carl was their 15 year old lead guitarist.

Three years later in December 1964, Carl’s maturity would steady the band on the concert road when Brian experienced his first nervous breakdown.

With the exception of a period time in the spring and summer of 1981, Carl led the Beach Boys when they toured. Carl departed in 1981 to tour as a solo artist in support of his first solo album.

He opted to return to continue his work with the Beach Boys, but with this mandate to his bandmates—1981 must mean as much as 1961 once did. With that ultimatum Carl set out to reinvigorate the groups’ live performances.

One of my favorite periods for the Beach Boys was from 1970 through 1973. Carl was at the heart of this productive period for the group in the studio and on the road.

Four strong studio albums released by Warner Brothers/Reprise/Brother Records: Sunflower(1970), Surf’s Up(1971), Carl and the Passions “So Tough”(1972), Holland(1973), and The Beach Boys In Concert(1973), found favor with their fan base and music critics too.

Always strong live performers, through the mid-70s, the Beach Boys became a top concert draw again. Their trademark harmonies and musicianship led the way.

Recording engineer, Stephen Desper, a visionary manager, Jack Rieley, and Carl’s steadiness in working with each member of the band in the studio and on the road helped to facilitate this turnaround.

That surge pushed into 1975, when Capitol Records released the Beach Boys’ album Endless Summer. This double album introduced a new generation of fans to the groups’ deep catalog of hit records.

Endless Summer was a huge commercial success. That success translated to even more people attending their concerts at larger venues across America.

Ironically, the triumph of Endless Summer actually brought an end to that early 1970s stretch of songwriting creativity from the Beach Boys.

For the remainder of their careers when the Beach Boys performed live, they became an oldies act. Sure, they did the obligatory promotional performances of new singles from their latest studio albums, and on occasion, a setlist included a rarely performed nugget, but by and large, they became a jukebox with the old hit songs dominating the show.

Through all of these changes, Carl Wilson endured. He led the group on stage ensuring that the singing and playing met his high expectations.


I have no idea how many times I saw the Beach Boys in concert, but Carl’s singing and playing were always a treat for me. His voice rang true whether singing lead or blending into the harmonies.

No matter if Carl’s lead was a tender love song like “Only With You”(from the Holland album), or a rocker like “Darlin’”(from the Wild Honey album), or a fan favorite like “God Only Knows” from the Pet Sounds album, his voice was unmistakeable.

From the Sunflower album, early in the song “Cool Water,” there is a marvelous section of interplay with the background vocals from Carl and his brother, Brian. I’m sure glad that Audree made Carl sing with Brian when they were growing up. Examples like this capture the chemistry of their vocal cords that only brothers could have.

With his guitar playing, Carl had all of the required chops and more.

Whether playing a solo or supporting the structure of a song, he knew the sound he needed to capture for live performances. Carl was competent on six string acoustic or electric, and twelve string as well.

During his career, Carl played guitars made by Fender, Gibson, Epiphone, and Rickenbacker. In 2000, Rickenbacker guitars released a new signature model guitar named after Carl.

In October of 1989, I was able to meet Carl Wilson. This is a longer story that I will document some day. But, he could not have been kinder to me.

Cancer continues to be one of the most rotten things on earth. I absolutely despise it. I don’t know why cancer had to destroy such a gifted musician. But again, I do know why cancer robbed us of Carl—cancer doesn’t care who it invades.

Although I play no musical instrument, nor can I carry a tune, I have a deep admiration for musicians.

There is something special about music and its capacity to touch our souls.

I think Carl Wilson’s gift of music touched many souls.

For some reason, Psalm 32:7 makes me think about Carl: “You are my hiding place, you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.”

I think music can be a hiding place. A place where the troubles of the world can be soothed by songs that can transport us ever so briefly from the tough realities of the moment.

Sometimes, that is all we need—the strength of a song to buffer us through the challenge before us.

Like me, Carl Wilson was an imperfect human being.

Yet, I admired his endurance with the musical contributions he made to the Beach Boys.

I also appreciated the spirit of his battle to beat back the cancer that took him.

Yes, I miss Carl Wilson.

I’m certain his family misses him too.

But at the very least, I can still listen to the music he made with and without the Beach Boys.

And on those days when I need a distraction, one of those songs for a few minutes will humbly touch my sagging, old heart.

In that joyful sound, I will appreciate God’s gift to Carl.

After his death in 2000, the album Like A Brother was released. This album was a collaborative effort featuring Gerry Beckley from America, Robert Lamm from Chicago, and Carl Wilson from the Beach Boys.

The album features the songwriting, singing, and musicianship from each of these gifted musicians who had been friends for many years.

From this recording, one of Carl’s songs “I Wish For You” has been a favorite. Carl collaborated with Robert White Johnson and Phil Galdston on this effort.

The song features a pretty lead vocal from Carl and heartfelt lyrics.

With Christmas a few days away sharing these two lines from the song seem appropriate:

“I wish you hope through your share of tears,
I wish you peace all your living years.”

At this very moment, no matter where you are in your life, I wish and your families hope and peace this Christmas and in 2026.

Good Lord knows we need it.

Love you all, be safe.

Original photo courtesy of my friend, Jeff Aaron, via the Appalachian State University yearbook staff November 1972.

Pondering Joy

Cover of this year’s devotional book (Photo Bill Pike)

Luke Chapter 2 verse 19: 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

I’ll be honest, when Christmas is over, I’m relieved. That is because I fail to resist the commercial trappings of Christmas. Those trappings are a sharp contrast to the almost unthinkable birth of Jesus in quiet and humble Bethlehem.

And yet, despite my annual failure, Christmas draws me back. My return is grounded in Luke Chapter 2 verse 19: “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”

I can’t imagine Mary’s reflection about her son’s birth. Clearly, she had lots to ponder. Watching him grow, I sense Mary had days of joy, wonder, and despair.

That’s not much different from pondering our lives today. Joy, wonder, and despair aren’t absent.

With despair, we ponder in our hearts will this weary world ever solve its challenges and find a enduring peace?

Our hearts wonder how Mary’s unyielding belief can counter our despair by nudging our hearts to become contributors to that lasting peace.

For treasuring the joys of life, I find it in sighting the brilliant red of the cardinal on a bleak December morning, the harmony of children’s voices on Christmas Eve, and unexpected acts of kindness that lighten burdened hearts throughout the year.

Who knows, maybe this is the Christmas, where Mary’s joyful heart leads me past my seasonal shortcomings.

Prayer: Father of us all, help our hearts to always treasure Mary’s joyful light. Amen

Bill Pike
Richmond, Virginia

Note from author: Friends, I’m honored to have this devotional published in the Society of St. Andrew’s annual Advent devotional book for today, Friday, December 12, 2025.

We Need A New Commandment

Steeple at St. James’s Episcopal Church Richmond, VA (Photo Bill Pike)
                                Read Luke 8: 43-48

For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.

                              Jeremiah 29:11

On a pretty September afternoon, my wife and I attended the funeral for a neighbor. The sanctuary was at capacity. This celebration of her precious life was perfect. There was only one problem—I don’t think this daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, and nurse should have died.

Our neighbor beat cancer once. I’m sorry God, but I think if a person beats cancer once, this person should have immunity from a second battle with this disrespectful disease. We need a new commandment: Thou shalt not have cancer a second time.

From Luke 8, I struggle with the instant healing of the woman who barely touched Jesus’ clothing. God, don’t you think a person battling cancer for the second time should have such a redemption? Surely, our neighbor believed just like the woman in Luke believed.

I always found comfort in Jeremiah 29:11. Yet, in real life moments like the passing of our neighbor, it is difficult to find that reassurance. She needed those hopeful plans for good welfare and no harm.

I apologize for whining God. However, I don’t think I’m a solo whiner when it comes to a recurrence of cancer. Despite my imperfections, I know you love me, but we need that new commandment.

Prayer: Father of us all give us the strength to endure when cancer pushes against us. Amen

Prayer Focus: Anyone battling cancer.

Thought For The Day: Bless those who are working to defeat cancer.

Note from author: On October 7, 2025 this devotional was submitted to the Upper Room for publication consideration. December 4, 2025, the standard email of rejection arrived. While disappointed, I understand, and I attempt to learn from every rejection. Be safe, Bill Pike

Monday morning key fob blues

I’ve got the Monday morning key fob blues, that old key fob has made me weary right down to the soles of my shoes. Like a vengeful woman on Sunday night, that key fob battery has made my revengeful Monday morning a sorrowful plight.

On the morning of Monday, December 1, I had a plan.

Step one—drop off a letter that had been incorrectly delivered to our home to a US Postal service mailbox at a neighborhood shopping center.

Step two— open up Trinity United Methodist Church.

Step three—return home and work out on my old exercise bike.

Just before 6:30, I started my plan.

I drove to the shopping center.

I did not park in a parking space. I looped my car around parallel to the building with the car pointing in the direction I needed to go to exit the parking lot.

Turned off the car, walked a few steps to the postal box, and dropped in the letter.

Walked the few steps back to my car and attempted to start the car.

The car would not start.

A message flashed on the panel in front of me: Key ID incorrect.

No matter what I tried. The car would not start. The message remained the same—Key ID incorrect.

How in the world could the Key ID be incorrect? I wondered if the key fob had been overtaken by some outer space alien who wanted to disrupt my Monday.

A young man from a local construction company pulled in a parking space in front of the 7-11. I politely interrupted his entry and asked if he had any ideas?

He didn’t, but we had a good conversation about his company who had replaced the steeple at our church a few years ago.

With that I started a walk home. I was worried that my improper parking might get the car towed before I could get home and return with the backup key fob.

The Mobil service station was open. I stopped in and asked Jeff, the attendant, if he had any ideas. He suspected the key fob’s battery, but was perplexed by the message.
I thanked him and returned to my walk back home.

At the corner of Rock Creek Road and Forest Avenue, the young man from the construction company pulled over and offered me a ride to my house. I gladly accepted. Turns out two of his four children attend Trinity’s preschool.

I thanked him profusely, and rushed in the house to get the second key fob.

With that key, I started my walk back to the shopping center.

I decided to stop at Trinity on the way back to open up the building.

Once that was done, I started a slow, sprint back to my car.

It was cold and my fingers were frozen. When I arrived at the car, those frigid fingers had a hard time working the second fob.

Unfortunately, the key fob gods were not in my favor on this Monday. The second fob greeted me with the same message— key ID incorrect.

Good thing I didn’t have a hammer.

I noted that my friend, James, was working in the 7-11. James also works part-time at the Mobil station. I walked in and explained to James my Monday morning key fob blues.

James walked outside and tested the fobs for opening the car’s doors. Neither fob responded—both fob batteries were dead.

As James walked back into the 7-11, Jeff from the Mobil station pulled up in his truck. Jeff had done an internet check. He discovered that by holding the fob directly against the ignition button that the car should start.

I got back in the car. My still icy fingers struggled to make the proper connection.

I tried a couple of times with no luck.

With Jeff’s insistence, he suggested that I align the fob again, and for whatever quirky reason—the car started.

Again, I thanked Jeff for his diligence.

Back home, I explained to my Commander Supreme what had transpired. She couldn’t believe it. I felt drained.

But, my Monday morning key fob blues were not as draining as this headline: 4 dead and 10 wounded in shooting at banquet hall in Stockton, California.

Among the dead were three children ages 8, 9, and 14. This event was a birthday celebration for a child.

Regrettably, this event only reconfirms what we already know about America—the trigger puller had no respect for his/her life, nor the respect for the lives of the people attending the birthday party.

San Joaquin County, Sheriff Patrick Withrow, made this statement: “I am confident in our team and with the work that we have done so far that we will find these animals that did this and bring them justice, but we still need the public’s help.”

“Animals”

Is this what America has sadly become?

I’ve got the Monday morning Stockton, California birthday party blues, with broken hearts that never heal as senseless shootings continue no matter the venue in a disrespectful America with a dying red, white, and blue.

My troublesome friends (Photo Bill Pike)