Last Friday I posted a track from a birthday present: one of the three great albums of 1966. In memory of the late George Martin, this is from my favourite of those 3 albums.
This is a track from another of those albums. It was this album that got me into ‘serious’ music. I bought it when I was 10 or 11 and I still have that album on vinyl (and it still plays well!). Strangely, this first album is still my favourite albums, several hundred albums later.
The whole album intrigued me: I started at the more – to 10 year old ears at least- tuneful tracks. Then I progressed to listening to the whole album: something I have done ever since: I really don’t go for ‘greatest hits’ albums- I want to see the whole picture that the artist has presented.
This track really got to me on first listen. Initially I could not ‘understand’ it and then I began to ‘feel’ it.
I still like it: uneasy listening is the best listening. An awesome song.
It’s an old song, but I love Ringo Starr’s slightly discordant vocals.
I have put it up here as I only got by last weekend with the help of friends.
More of that tomorrow.
Something mellow and slightly mournful.
Today our home looks like a house. Later on, friends will arrive and start moving the first items from this house to a new house which I hope will become ‘home’.
But for now: no more words, just music.
Rather than a graphic of a cake with candles, I found this:-
Today I will mostly be walking, going to the cinema, buying guitar strings & visiting an art gallery. I will not be working in any shape or form.
I have attained a decent age; not quite at the level of a Lancashire League cricket crowd applauding, but the club officials would definitely be scrambling for the collecting bowls for the players half century. Given a boundary, I would be there. Actually, an all run 3 would be enough.
Still with the Beatles and the album that I think has the finest unbroken medly ever in British Music: Abbey Road. The stretch from ‘You never give me your money’ to ‘The End’ is a stretch for which adjectives were invented: sublime, elegaic, wistful, mournful and a whole host of other fine sounding words. I remember first coming across this album when I was 9 or 10 and being grabbed by it. I can still remember all of the lyrics.
Now this album is being repeatedly played by my youngest son.
This song is not from that stretch; it is ,in old money, from side 1. It is a piece of Macartney whimsy which the other Beatles did not like (I think Lennon refused to play on it). As my son says ‘I think it is a story dad’. What a story: ideal bedtime listening for a child about a motiveless mass murderer set to the sweetest tune.
And I love the child friendly animation…. as does he…
(wrong. simply wrong. on more levels than I care to mention)
I like my music so I can hold it. Income and neo-luddite tendencies prevent me from downloading en masse. So that is one thing I believe in- music you can hold.
Unless pressed to do it, I believe that a cd collection that has a high percentage of ‘best ofs’ is not a proper collection. If you like an artist, you should get hold of the whole album and hear each piece in it’s context- not cherry pick the ‘nice’ songs.
I will make one or 2 exceptions: ‘Carry on up the charts’ by the Beautiful South is one exception and a cheap ‘best of’ before a concert to update your 8 year old son before he attends his first concert is another.
But apart from that- No, no, a thousand times no. It is impossible to appreciate ‘Paranoid Android’ and ‘No alarms’ without sitting through ‘Electioneering’ (Radiohead- but then you knew that) or ‘Blackbird’, ‘Helter Skelter’ and ‘While my guitar gently weeps’ while sitting through ‘Revolution number 9’ or ‘Why don’t we do it in the road?’ (from the White Album by that popular rnb combo, the Beatles).
I rest my case…
Part of a totally random series of things I believe in. You may believe that I have no consistency and am a mass of contradictions. This series proves it.
I am away for a while. August this year is my ‘turn off month’. So if you respond to this I may not follow up for a few days.