2 thoughts for the morning

[truepenny]

1. There's no inherent reason why Paul McCartney and Eric Clapton doing a George Harrison cover couldn't be a thing of beauty and a musical experience to be treasured. But listening to their version of "Something," I kept imagining George trying to climb back down the Great Wheel to get at Paul and strangle him with Clapton's guitar strings. Not as bad as Joe Cocker's cover of "With a Little Help from My Friends," all copies of which should be burned to make the world safe for humanity again, but still just embarrassing.

George Harrison knew how to write a song, guys. Don't fuck with it.

2. If you want to hear Truepenny scream like a Barbie in fluffy pink fake angora, hire a squirrel to jump out at her from an unsuspecting garbage can. Evil little fucker. I hope I scared him as bad as he scared me.

Comments

Re: George

[scarcrest.livejournal.com]

Is it just me, or in the terms of musical contributions, have we lost the wrong half of the Beatles? Paul and Ringo are entertaining, sure, but John and George were the fiery heart and stirring soul of the group.

Re: George

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

I love the Beatles en masse, but as individual performers, my list goes first George, then John, and then Paul and Ringo kind of scuffling around in the back. The thing about the Lennon-McCartney machine was that it really did take both of them. John didn't have the pop-music sense Paul did, but Paul on his own is like a diet of whipped cream and marshmallows.

George is the best. Ever.

Re: George

[scarcrest.livejournal.com]

Agreed, 100 percent. John, left to his own devices, was very similar to Lou Reed -- intense, but sometimes too obscure or even intentionally inaccessible.

(Case in point: Almost anything involving Yoko.)

[plasticsturgeon.livejournal.com]

"2. If you want to hear Truepenny scream like a Barbie in fluffy pink fake angora, hire a squirrel to jump out at her from an unsuspecting garbage can. Evil little fucker. I hope I scared him as bad as he scared me."

Well, as certain of my friends always used to say, "Baby squirrels must suffer and die." I like to stare them in the eye and mutter the names of imaginary squirrel-based dishes.