There’s a sense of the mythic in that opening bassline, the way it connect the drum. It’s all sex and slink, a dirt revelation of the youth of 1969, 79…2019. Abbey Road is the true last gospel of The Beatles, and the true gospel of The Beatles, the last time the band would truly ever “Come Together,” and it’s little wonder it’s so glorious a send off, despite it being released after Let It Be. Continue reading “The Beatles: Abbey Road (1969)”
Does anyone really sit through the entirety of The Beatles (hereafter known as The White Album) and think its a work of genius? Some of my favorite songs are on here, and you also have “Piggies” and “Honey Pie” which are…less than satisfying. There’s a bold beauty on display that The Beatles (hereafter known as…The Beatles) reached for a much more experimental and shaggy structure, where everything before was so compact and cohesive. Although it’s a fair point to sat that the fact The White Album is so shaggy is the cohesive point, so I don’t know. Continue reading “The Beatles: The Beatles (1968)”
I took a little more time away than I thought I was going to. I was laid off at my job, wound up getting hired back at a promotion (I’m still trying to figure that one out), got sick for about a month, turned 46, and found out the issues I have with my liver and diabetes are getting worse, not better. Lotta shit to take in, and the things that I would use for comfort – books, films, and music – weren’t helping at all, just more things I couldn’t focus on.
Also truth be told…I was getting a little burnt out by all the Beatles listening. Sorry. Continue reading “…And We’re Back, Letting Go”
Consuming the Tangible 