Surfin’ the high seas

Monday the Beach Boys rocked Carnegie Hall.

Mike Love: “Carnegie’s similar to London’s Royal Albert Hall. Specialness. You want to do your best. We did a box setup of ‘Sail on, Sailor’ and a live album we’d done at Carnegie 40 years ago.

“Listen, that Taylor Swift ticket thing even got screwed up once when we went on sale and took a while to straighten out. There’s snafus despite all the world’s technology.

“We’ve worked everywhere. Central Park years ago in the rain, Madison Square Garden, Jones Beach, Westbury, Huntington. Audiences everywhere are different. Japan’s a little reserved. Our song ‘Kokomo’ was No. 1 eight weeks in Australia. We’ve been tops in Spain, Germany, England, Scandinavia. Young audiences jump around and do sing along stuff.

“Listen, I still remember our early Cousin Brucie WABC radio days. I just spoke to him the other day. And now we’re doing a Norwegian Lines cruise Miami to Belize to Mexico with the Temptations, Isley Brothers, Righteous Brothers and Sugar Ray’s Mark McGrath. Good Vibrations Cruise.

“We’ve even had stuff stolen, a whole trailer full, but we have a great crew and they somehow got it replaced in time to do the show.

“I’m a big music fan. Doo-wop, the Everly Brothers, Chuck Berry, rock ’n’ roll, The Beatles. Home by myself, what I love is the old stuff I grew up on.” 

Party back on

Media guy Jason Binn will re-emerge with the 10th anniversary of his Dujour magazine. Salma Hayek Pinault joins his coming out party at club the Venue.

In June, Binn was accused of inappropriately groping a teenage female relative during a Valentine’s Day meal at Cipriani. Arrested, he vehemently claimed the charges were concocted. Bitter divorce. Three months later, charges were dropped and cleared him. And stayed was his bouquet of celebs like Kardashian, Jessica Chastain, Nicole Kidman.

2014 Binn sold his company Niche Media to GreenGale Publishing from Greenspun Media Group.

She leaves us with big laughs

WE just lost Kirstie Alley. Smart, beautiful, talented, funny. Over years she’d tell me her fat jokes:

’06: “I just lost 30 of my 60 pounds. My pets — birds, cats, two dogs, eat better” . . . Come spring when I see my shadow I’ll run to Jenny Craig . . . My dentist had a guy open his mouth wider than mine. ’08: “Some movie stars have lips larger than my behind.”

’04: “I’m addicted to whatever Courteney Cox leaves over.” February 2011: “I’m planning to swallow Wolfgang Puck” . . . ’07: “They’re going to make me a spokesperson for Wonder Bread.”

Not so jolly

Met Museum staff’s Christmas party. In the front ticketing lobby per one who was there:

“NYC food truck pretzels, smelly meatballs, over-steamed dumplings — and that’s it!”

Staffer’s wife (not invited because no spouses allowed) then said, “Employees were to eat s–tty hors d’oeuvres near plaques which commemorate million-dollar donations.”

I wasn’t there. I wasn’t even invited. So me myself, I know nothing.

Another voice: “It was like Mardi Gras. Which literally means Fat Tuesday. Which is immediately followed by ‘Barf Wednesday.’ ”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.