George deserves recognition. He was always rather overshadowed—there’s no other way of putting it—by John and Paul. I mean, to call him “the quiet Beatle”, it’s like some dopey publicist made that up in 1964. And, of course, he was quite a complicated person. When you say, “Oh, the quiet Beatle”, it’s like, “Oh, yeah, okay, he sits in the corner.” And he wasn’t really that. He was very complex, and he was very charming and friendly. I notice that Bob Geldof called him curmudgeonly, which is true, you know, but people are always saying to me—and I don’t want to really compare myself to George—but they say, “Gosh, you’ve got lots of faces.” And I say, “Well, yeah, people are complex.”
So George was very friendly, but he also could be quite quarrelsome at times. He had a side of him which, if he felt you deserved it, so to speak, would lash out at you. But I’m talking about when he was much, much younger; I never saw that side of him later on in life. But when he was the young man around town, I used to see him a lot. We used to see each other in nightclubs and so on and be drinking buddies. I suppose what I’m trying to say is, he wasn’t just a retiring person only, in my mind. He could be funny and charming and also quite acerbic. He had the sort of quality that normally people would associate with John. […]
Really, whatever I say about my feelings is ridiculous and inadequate. It’s very difficult to depersonalize it. It’s like part of your life. But, you know, that’s probably what most people think. Because the Beatles were a big part of one’s life. And when someone like that dies, in a way, a part of your own life is gone.
”—Mick Jagger, c/o Rolling Stone: Harrison: By the Editors of Rolling Stone. (2002)
“I’m not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I’ve always been a freak. So I’ve been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I’m one of those people.”—John Lennon (via classicrockneverdies)
A true Canadian “folkie” from the very early days and one of our finest songwriters around. The song takes me on a Capraesque like trip to my own home town in Northeastern Ontario. It’s always part of my Christmas playlists though not completely on point with all that some think is Christmas. Great lyrics and share it with you dear folks here.
I haven’t listened to this song in ages, thanks for sharing!!
My best friend James is pretty much going on a date with my favorite music theory professor Thursday. He hung out with John Cage a lot back in the day and we’re pretty sure that they hooked up on more than one occasion.
“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”—Anna Peters (via rauchwolken)