Fab Foundations # 47: “Self-Made Man”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Here Comes the Sun”
Album: Abbey Road
Release Date: September 1969

One big take home for me from the Beatles Anthology autobiography is a common thread among John, Paul, George, and Ringo regarding how little each of them gained from their formal education. Come to think of it, this was also the case for several of the other musicians I’ve written about in these blog pages, including Bob Dylan, Neil Young, and Keith Richards. I suppose this goes with the territory: If you are a young aspiring rocker, musical ambitions are likely to clash with studies, particularly if you’re in a fledgling rock band.

I thought about this over the past week as I homed in on “Here Comes the Sun” as my topic-song of choice for this entry. The reason formal schooling came to mind was the story behind the song, whereby George Harrison played hooky on a Beatles meeting to visit his close friend Eric Clapton on the first warm spring day of the year after a long, cold, hard, London winter. There he wrote “Here Comes the Sun”. The Beatles were splintering at the time (1969) and their meetings were as often about business affairs as they were about music. Harrison was fed up, feeling like he was going back to school, which he detested. I imagine he pondered over a morning cup of tea: “a sunny day outside vs an indoor room filled with tension?”.  It appears to have been a no-brainer decision.

I think we all can relate to blowing off commitments for an early spring day in the sun. I recall doing this on a handful of occasions in my undergrad years, electing to skip the elective in order to head to the school quad for some soccer dribbling with a friend or to the courts for a game of hoops (or to the frig for a beer).

One particular blow-off memory was early in my career with the US Geological Survey (USGS) when a great friend, Bob Mainguy, decided to make a last-minute Boston pit stop on his way from Paris to New York City on a business trip. Bob arrived on a Sunday afternoon. We soon connected with another great friend, Mac, and then the three of us promptly headed down to Mac’s cottage on the ocean in the village of Humarock (part of Scituate), Massachusetts.

After celebrating the night away on the breeze-blown deck, we crashed, and a few hours later awoke to a beautiful late-spring Monday morning, complete with the sound of crashing surf. All of us were supposed to gear up for heading to our respective work commitments on that weekday, but this weather and this locale were too special to pass up. One by one, we called into our offices to literally “blow off” the day. We were howling listening to each other. I was last and when the admin person (a great Korean Vet who has long-since retired) answered the phone I said “Henry, I’m calling in to blow off the day”. He said, “you mean, take a vacation day”. I said “no, I’m blowing it off!” (much laughter from Mac and Bob in the background). Henry chuckled and said “well, alright then, I’ll put you in as “blowing off the day”.  (I did eventually chalk it up as annual leave).

Hooky was something George Harrison was very familiar with in grade-school. He did a lot of it in his formative years, often with Paul McCartney (and later with John Lennon too). George was the youngest of the Beatles, and so would end up missing the most schooling when John and Paul got serious about taking the band on the road. And yet, despite his lack of a formal education, Harrison grew up quickly; arguably faster than just about every other rock musician of his day.

In relation to this, there’s a scene in the Martin Scorsese biopic movie George Harrison: Living in the Material World that really grabbed me. One of the many interviewees in the film is Astrid Kirchherr, a lifelong friend of the Beatles from Germany, who they met in Hamburg during their ‘residency’ at several nightclubs there in the early 60s. Kirchherr, who hailed from Hamburg, took a number of priceless early photos of the band. She would end up falling in love with one of the then-Beatles, Stu Sutcliffe, who would die not long after of a brain hemorrhage (Stu had left the Beatles to stay with Astrid in Hamburg after his bandmates were forced to leave the country for a variety of reasons, and so Sutcliffe was with Kirchherr when he died).

Anyhow, Stu Sutcliffe was very tight with John Lennon, who struggled mightily when his best friend had passed away (this tragedy following the death of Lennon’s Mom only a few years earlier). In the Scorsese film, Astrid Kirchherr tells the story of when John and George came back to Hamburg to visit with her around that time. As she tells the story, a photo she took of Lennon and Harrison is presented to the movie-watching audience. It shows a downtrodden John Lennon sitting in a chair (it may have been Stu Sutcliffe’s art chair) with George Harrison standing over him. Kirchherr remarks in the interview that Harrison was very solemn that day and that every ounce of his energy was geared to his compassion for John Lennon and his commitment to be there for him in that moment. She points out his demeanor in the photo, in order to support her claims. I could see this too (image attached).

George Harrison was only 19 years old at the time and yet, wisdom was already deeply ingrained.  

For my next blog entry (several weeks down the road), I’ll be writing about memories related to John Lennon’s life and death (it will be 40 years this coming December 8^th when he was killed in cold blood). Here I’d like to reserve some thoughts on Harrison’s life and death (although much about his life has already been written in these pages, so I will keep it short), the latter of which occurred on November 29, 2001. Beatle George was only 58 years old when he died (my age now). It was the 2^nd of a triple blow in 7 months’ time of deeply-felt events beyond my immediate sphere of connections (the first was 9/11 and the third would be John Entwistle’s passing in early 2002). For myself - and I am sure many others - it was about as bad a stretch as what we are all going through now in 2020.

My recollection of hearing the news of George Harrison’s death is not as intense as it was when I heard the news of John Lennon’s death, most likely because I had experienced another 20 years of life in the interim. My hearing the news was just prior to walking my daughter to school on a mild late-fall day. As the case with Lennon’s death, I internalized that news for the most part. If I had someone to commiserate with at the level I needed, I would have. But that was not the case, which was ok by me. Sometimes the best way to mourn is on your own (although, I must say commiserating was not a problem a few months later, when John Entwistle died, and that worked out too, in a far different way).

Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney visited George Harrison two weeks before his death. By all accounts, it was Harrison who kept the conversation lively, upbeat, and at times, hilarious.  George Harrison has never shied away from death. Give a listen to his songs “All Things Must Pass” and “Art of Dying” and you certainly would agree. In fact, I’ve often gotten the sense that Harrison was looking forward to death (in one interview near the end of his life, he stated something to the effect that his only sad reflection was in leaving his son Dhani behind at such a young age).

George Harrison’s 2^nd wife Olivia Harrison (who he was committed to from the mid-70s to his passing) claims that the brutal stabbing of her husband by an intruder into their London home in 1999 ultimately led to his untimely death (Harrison was stabbed in multiple locations including the lungs, one lung of which collapsed; the official reason for death was lung cancer). That would mean that two Beatles were slain by crazed individuals … a head shaking thought when you consider the fact that the Beatles core message was love. Olivia Harrison comes across as a very peaceful soul in any interview I have ever seen of her, and like her husband, in tune with a solid faith. In another poignant part of the Scorsese film Olivia states that when her husband died, the room lit up in an amazing, spiritually-felt glow. I believe her.

I remember the news when Pattie Boyd (George Harrison’s first wife) married Eric Clapton (Harrison’s close friend) in 1979. What was memorable about this wedding for me was that Harrison played guitar at the reception. This says a lot about George Harrison’s take on life.  From what I have read, the love triangle hurt Harrison to the core, but he was able to overcome that hurt to be there in, what would be for most of us, a very awkward situation. Harrison was able to do that because he was always living in the present, vs the past or future.  He was able to do this because of his faith.

My good friend and colleague, Mike Major (who receives these weekly entries) first presented the modern-day video “Here Comes the Sun” to me early in this Fab Foundations year: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQetemT1sWc ). It’s a fantastic video (I only wished I was able to use it for my original “Gem Videos” series 12 years ago), with numerous photos taken by Linda McCartney, most of which took place at John Lennon’s London Tittenhurst Park estate. It would prove to be the band’s last photo-op.  There is also some creative animation in the video, including the Beatles feet prancing across Abbey Road (see the 1:10 mark of the video).

George Harrison was a self-made man. All the Beatles were, really. The four of them overcame the lack of formal education and privilege to become one of the most successful rags-to-riches stories in history. And of the four, Harrison may come down in history as the Beatle who made it happen the most. He did this by finding afterlife in life.  And maybe one could argue, by playing a little hooky too.

- Pete

Fab Foundations # 46: “Where Beatles and Beetles Converge”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

 Song: “Mother Nature’s Son”
Album: The Beatles
Release Date: November 1968

In my decade or so of Music and Memory blog writing, I routinely have found myself maintaining a yearlong running document of loose notes in relation to the musician/band-focus of that given year. Occasionally when I am hard up for an idea, I dip into it. Seeing as I’m on the home stretch now with my Fab Foundations series, the related notes doc is pretty much tapped out. There are a handful of remaining bullets though, some of which have lingered in that doc since the beginning of the year. At this stage, I’m pretty sure that at least a few of these will never see the light of day in terms of fleshing them out (such as this one: “George’s stage fright”).

There was one lingering bullet though that caught my eye this week. It reads “Beetles prints in the movie Hard Day’s Night”. That’s not a misspell (although it would be in any other Fab Foundations entry this year). No, that indeed is a double-e “Beetles” as in the group of insects; one of the largest and most diverse Orders of life in the animal kingdom. Off the top of my head, I’m pretty sure that It’s a term I have not typed all year other than in that aforementioned notes file.

OK, so back to Hard Day’s Night. The scene in the movie that I am referring to is about halfway through, where the Beatles (as in the band) are rehearsing in front of beetles prints (as in the insect). The prints are fantastic and come close to stealing the show for me during that scene, distracting my otherwise regular focus on John, Paul, George and Ringo (and, yeah, Patti Boyd too).

Anyhow, I passed over that bulleted note numerous times over the last few months because it never fit a narrative. But this week a little lightbulb lit up in my mind, because a few lines above that bullet was a far more recent bulleted note suggesting a “Mother Nature’s Son” entry, with a focus on conservation, ecology, and the environment. Could I pull it all together? Heck may as well give it a try….

One of the great fortunes of being a Dad is getting to see what your children end up doing with their lives as they grow up; how they establish themselves in society and in the world in general. Both my daughter and my son - who are now young adults in their 20s - have a tremendous respect for the environment and appear on similar paths to dedicating their lives toward figuring out ways to preserve it. The two of them are coming at it from very different angles though. Charlotte is a biologist, and she is researching the effects of plastics on seabirds for her master’s thesis. Peter is well on his way to getting his undergrad degree in plastics engineering and is already working part time at a small company that has developed a technology which blends conventional plastics with a natural catalyst, essentially rendering the plastic biodegradable.

I envision a potential collaborative between them somewhere down the road.

When I was very young, my parents observed in me an interest in the natural world, particularly wild animals (I believe a key factor in what prompted all of this was tidepools, but I’m sure there were a few other contributing factors as well). The most amazing gift I ever got from Mom and Dad was in 1967, when I was 5 years old. It was a “blue box” of Britain’s LTD wild (“zoo”) animals. These figurines were plastic (go figure) and very well crafted. Included in the set were little-known mammals, such as the platypus, tapir, eland, and okapi. I’ve still got a handful of them today.  Around the same period, I also recall receiving a fantastic series of “Strangest Things” books, each focused on a different group of animals (i.e. “Birds Do the Strangest Things”, “Reptiles do the Strangest Things”, etc.). These books helped diversify my knowledge of the animal kingdom.

Mom and Dad did not stop there though. Within a few year’s conservation factored into the equation. When I was 10, I received a book from my parents called “Twilight of the Animal Kingdom” by Larry Harris, which focused on 22 endangered species such as the California Condor, the Mountain Gorilla, and the Blue Whale. Through this book, I was beginning to understand how mankind can have an adverse effect on the creatures we share the planet with.  Around that time, Dad also got me a subscription to Greenpeace, which I took to heart (one example of this was that for years I had a Greenpeace poster on my bedroom wall that read “Save the Whales. Boycott Japanese Goods”). 

I am forever grateful for my parent’s insights into my childhood heart.

Interestingly enough, the Beatles contributed to my early fascination in the natural world too, and it all pretty much hinged on one song: “Mother Nature’s Son” (“The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill” may have factored in there too). Arguably, “Mother Nature’s Son” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMMiXjwhODU ) was the first pop song written overtly about nature (although folk music had always been immersed in it). It certainly predated anything from John Denver and Bruce Coburn. Even Joni Mitchell.  The song is almost entirely a singular Paul McCartney composition (in terms of Beatles contributions), with John Lennon helping out with a few lyrics (Lennon was writing a song around the same time called “Child of Nature”, but that song was never released and eventually was rewritten into his solo effort “Jealous Guy”).

Much has been written about the Beatles pursuing spiritual enlightenment when they made their 1968 retreat to Rishikesh, India, with the Maharishi. George Harrison is front and center, seeing as he was already well on his way to a faith-centric life in the years before Rishikesh.  And he convinced the rest of the band to go to India. Also, of the four Beatles, he and John Lennon spent the most time in India that year. And so, George’s reflections (and to a slightly less degree, John’s) are deserving of the prominence they get in that part of the band’s history (which plays out in Beatles Anthology and many other writeups on the Beatles in Rishikesh).

However, not nearly as much has been written about one particular angle on life in that retreat: Harmony with the natural world. It’s that angle that Paul McCartney appears to have had latched onto the most. “Mother Nature’s Son” was written in Rishikesh. By the 1970s, and through to today, McCartney has been championing animal rights and other environmental causes (also humanitarian ones), and it may have all started with the Maharishi in the foothills of the Himalayas. Indeed, it was that eco-friendly angle on the retreat that truly worked for him.

Sometimes I feel as if my family (Charlotte and Peter, along with my wife Nancy) and I have been on one endless eco retreat. The kids have camped every year of their lives. The woods has always beckoned us. An endless parade of logs and rocks have been turned over in search of critters (on land and in water). An ever mounting list of trails have been hiked. We have been blessed by Cape Cod whales, Newfoundland puffins, Nova Scotia bald eagles, Yellowstone grizzlies, Costa Rican coral reefs, Panamanian sloths, Badlands prairie dogs, California sealions, Boston-Harbor-Island golden snails, streambed hellgrammites, tidepool brittle stars, backyard owls, saltmarsh osprey, low-tide spider crabs, riverine crocodiles, desert lizards, deep-sea dolphins, rainforest howler monkeys….

….and volcanic-rim blue fungus beetles. More on that last one later.

One of the most important developments in our lives in relation to eco retreats has been Charlotte’s love of Panama (where she has lived for a fair-percentage of her recent life, and where she has done most of her seabird research) as well as other parts of Central and South America. As a result of her enthusiasm, the rest of us have headed down there to visit Charlotte on several occasions in order to witness for ourselves what she has been so enamored by. We understand now. That part of the world remains a tropical paradise in many locales and is so worth trying to keep that way.

I suppose if I had to signal out one Rishikesh eco-retreat-like moment for me it would be the precious few days we spent in the Arenal region of Costa Rica 3 years ago. The village of Arenal is named after the active volcano that looms over it (which is very impressive in its fumarole steam emissions). There we stumbled upon a gem of place to stay for 3 nights; a pristine Airbnb on the outskirts of town. The charming quarters were enough of a lure, but it was the owner, Eduardo, and the land that were the real take home messages in the end. Here we got to witness someone truly in harmony with nature. In relation to this, Eduardo and his young family could not have been more gracious hosts.

On the first evening there, Eduardo took us for a tour of his multi-acre property, half of which was orchard and farm and the other half of which was rainforest. It was there I saw my first sloth (three-toed), as well as a prehensile-tailed porcupine and a handful of distinct rainforest birds. What impressed me the most though was how effortlessly Eduardo spotted wildlife and how serene he was. The next morning, he took us on a tour of his orchard. The large variety of fruiting trees were thriving. It was like a Garden of Eden.

Later that second morning, Eduardo took us down the road to his Aunt’s property, an ecofriendly-farm. It was a work in progress (i.e. an immense undertaking), but I was immediately impressed by her earnestness to see it through and her ability to attract others to help her, including a professor from the United States, who was there doing hard labor for the summer.  Eduardo’s aunt then showed us a significant piece of property which she set aside for preservation as virgin rainforest, wherein she had designed a trail system. We hiked it and then settled in for a small breakfast and more discussion with her team of workers.

Our experience in Arenal (and Costa Rica in general) had us convinced to head down to Central America to visit Charlotte for a second go-around, this time in her home base of Panama. A “Mother Nature’s Son” moment that stuck out for me there was in the extinct super-volcano region of El Valle de Anton, where a self-described tour guide took us on a 6 mile hike up a ridge line and onto a spectacular ringed summit around the village. After talking with him a bit early on (through our mutual linguistic barriers), I concluded this young dude did these hikes every day, sometimes two or three times.  He knew his natural surroundings and had a solid answer for all of our bio-centric questions, be they related to flora or fauna.

About halfway around the section of the ancient volcanic rim we were on, a large beetle landed on me. It was brilliant blue, with black spots; a type of blue fungus beetle. It looked familiar. Turns out Charlotte, who is also an artist, had painted it as part of several very cool Panama-inspired art-pieces not long before (images attached).  Now, here I was with that artwork steering me directly in the face for the first (and only) time.

The Panama trip occurred last summer, when I was just beginning to prep for this Fab Foundations series, and so I had the Beatles regularly in the back of my mind. As I steered at that blue fungus beetle, I had both Beatles and beetles on the brain: A convergence of Beat/beet/les. I suppose this writeup brings it full circle.

The Beatles “Mother Nature’s Son” sounds just as it should. The song is a testament to being one with nature. This week two of my favorite pastimes again molded into one.

 - Pete

Fab Foundations # 45: “Where Did That Come From?”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Rain”
Album: Released as a B-side single
Release Date: May 1966

My first 4 years of schooling were at St. Mary’s, a parochial Catholic school in Franklin, Massachusetts. When St. Mary’s closed at the end of my 4^th year (I believe due to financial reasons), many of us students transitioned to public school for the first time. My 5^th-grade teacher was Mr. Carrol, no doubt the most dry-witted instructor I have ever had. Mr. Carrol was quite a departure from the nuns I’d had for teachers to that point. There were a handful of us post-St. Mary’s students in his class that year.

During the first week of class, Mr. Carrol surprised us with a pop-penmanship quiz. After everyone had handed it in, he started scrolling through our writeups, while giving us the occasional deadpanned glance over his spectacles. After what seemed like an eternity of deafening silence, he finally spoke: “The St. Mary’s kids who have joined our school system have such wonderful penmanship. Would you all raise your hands so the class can see who you are”. Six or seven of us rose our hands. Mr. Carrol then stared directly at me and in a stone-faced manner stated “well, there are always exceptions to the rule”.

I chuckle now as I reflect, but that comment set the ground rules for a confrontational year between me and Mr. Carrol (which also contributed to my longer-term non-conformist ways). He had a point though. My penmanship is not something to write home about (pun intended).  It clearly has something to do with the way I hold the pen/pencil. There are likely other factors at play too. Whatever. I’ve never lost any sleep over it.  The inelegant style works for me, and I’m pretty sure it works for most who have been on the receiving end of my writing efforts, Mr. Carrol notwithstanding.

Once in a blue moon though (which just happened this past Halloween night… hopefully you caught it), something consumes me, and my penmanship becomes…. not my own. Indeed, it’s something else entirely. It transcends me. The strokes look eloquent, and flow magnificently from letter to letter, sentence to sentence, and paragraph to paragraph. Every curve and straight line is precise. The style of it all even looks different. In fact, if someone, such as a store clerk, were to match signatures – me vs. ‘Penmanship Me’ - they might be suspect. I’ve never been able to understand how this happens. When I have it, I have it for an entire day.  And then, poof, it’s gone for who knows how long, and I’ve turned into a calligraphy pumpkin again.

I’m guessing this type of thing happens to all of us from time to time; those rare occasions when we feel something or someone has taken over our body, mind, and/or soul, allowing us to do certain things at a level that we are not normally all that proficient at.  Another example in my own experience of this is the extremely-rare day when I feel as if I can jog forever on my routine trek around the block. Another is when I feel in complete harmony with everything around me. Yet another is when I’ve quite suddenly anticipated something just before it happens.

What does all this have to do with the Beatles? Well, as I began preparing for this Fab Foundations entry by watching the MTV-like Beatles video “Rain” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK5G8fPmWeA ), I thought about something Ringo Starr once stated about his drumming for the song: “I know me. I know my playing. And then there’s ‘Rain’”. And as I listened to this Revolver-era ditty this week (released as a B-side single), I could actually hear what he meant. Ringo’s drumming clearly sounds different, even to these novice percussionist ears. Where did that come from? I suppose it’s the same place my once-in-a-blue-moon penmanship comes from.

In recognition of these otherworldly moments in life, I thought I’d compile a list of some of the most profound musical moments in Beatles recordings. I’ve done this sort of thing with the other 2 bands that I spent a year on for this Music and Memory website; the Rolling Stones (Stepping Stones - 2012) and the Who (Under the Big Top - 2016) (the other 2 series were centered on solo artists - Neil Young and Bob Dylan - and compiling a list like this for them did not make as much sense).

After a solid year of listening to a singular band, you tend to collect an elevated mental list of musical highlights (or maybe even a warped one 😉). At least that is the case for me. With the Stones it was a lot of fun, because there have been a total of 7 excellent full-time band members over the years, as well as a number of other support musicians who had quality highlight moments of their own on the plethora of Stones recordings. It was much harder with the Who, because for the most part it was just the 4 of them (pretty incredible when you think about it), and there was so much to choose from…almost too much.

The fun level was somewhere in-between with the Beatles as I reflected on their Tower-of-Song this week (the Beatles had accompanying support too, though not nearly as much as the Stones). A big reason for the slightly-diminished fun-level of diagnosis (in relation to the Stones) is that much of the Beatles excellence is in the ensemble effort (all 4 of them as one), including the singing and instrumentation. In that light, less individuality stands out. But there are definitely some gems (including the collective).

And so, without further ado, here are those personal highlights:

• Paul’s droning bass on said “Rain"
• Ringo’s drumming on the bridge to “Something”
• George’s bass playing on “Oh, Darling!” (yes, that is George, not Paul)
•  Patti Boyd and Yoko Ono’s angelic background vocals on “Birthday”
• Paul’s opening piano on “Martha my Dear”
• Paul’s opening piano on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
• George’s lead guitar solo on “Old Brown Shoe”
• Chris Thomas’s piano during the bridge of “Long, Long, Long”
• John’s lead vocals on his solo song “How?”
• Ringo Starr’s drumming at the end of “Good Morning” (he actually sounds a bit like Keith Moon here)
• John’s chord-changing rhythm guitar playing on “All My Loving”
• George Martin’s piano playing on “In My Life” (which is sped up to sound like a harpsichord)
• John, Paul and George’s hilarious gargling-underwater backing vocals during the bridge to “Octopuses Garden”
• George’s lead guitar solo on “Octopus’s Garden”
• Ringo’s drumming during the John singing parts on “A Day in the Life” (the beginning and end of the song)
• Paul’s bass during the second verse of “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window”
• John’s lead-guitar playing on “Get Back” (yes, that’s a rare John lead – vs. George)
• Paul’s flashy bass run near the end of “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey”
• John’s lead vocal on “You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away”
• Ringo’s lead vocal on his solo song “Photograph”
• The sounds effects and banter during the bridge to “Yellow Submarine” (“Full speed ahead Mister Boatswain, full speed ahead….”)
• George’s lead vocal on “Something” (particularly the bridge)
• Paul’s lead vocal on “You Won’t See Me” (it sounds like the inspiration for Feargal Sharkey’s lead vocals with the Undertones)
• The golden silence on “Don’t Let Me Down” before John starts singing the bridge “I’m in love for the first time….”
• John, Paul, and George’s triple harmony on “Because”
• John’s eerie Moog synthesizer buildup during the extended instrumental portion of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”
• The one-take, triple-lead-guitar-tradeoff between Paul, George and John during the bridge of “The End”
• The hilarity that is the entirety of “You Know My Name (Look Up the Number)”
• Paul’s bass playing on “Don’t Let Me Down”
• George’s guitar work on his solo song “My Sweet Lord”
• Paul’s intense vocal delivery on “Back in the USSR” – with John and George backing - when he sings the part “Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USSR”
• The back and forth between John’s “Yeah” and George’s guitar at the end of “Come Together”
•  Paul’s manic “I would like you to dance / take a cha-cha-cha chance / I would like you to dance” on Birthday
• John’s lead vocals on “Across the Universe”
• Paul’s lead vocals on “Lady Madonna”
• George’s lead vocals on “Taxman”
• Ringo’s lead vocals on “Don’t Pass Me By”
• George’s sitar on “Within You Without You”
• Ringo’s drum roll on “Strawberry Fields” after John sings “living is easy with eyes closed”
• John’s guitar feedback at the beginning of “I Feel Fine” (first ever feedback on a rock song)
• The vocals (lead and backing) during the bridge to “Dear Prudence” (John lead, George and Paul backing)
• Ringo’s drumming on “She Said She Said” (another ‘blue moon’ moment for him)
• The “Wall of Sound” that is George’s solo effort “Wah Wah”
• George Martin’s score for Paul’s solo effort “Live and Let Die”
• Eric Clapton’s lead guitar on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
• George’s guitar riff on “And I Love Her”
• The banter at the tail end of “Hey Bulldog”
• The orchestra build up transitioned to the singular piano (and alarm clock) entering the bridge on “A Day in the Life”
• John’s piano playing on his solo song “Imagine”
• The ensemble build up as “Get Back” commences
• Billy Preston’s keyboard playing during the bridge to “Get Back”
• George’s guitar solo on his solo song “Beware of Darkness”
• When John sings “Who on earth do you think you are? A superstar? Well, all right you are!” on his solo song “Instant Karma”
• When George sings “You’re asking me will my love grow, well I don’t know. I don’t know” on “Something”
• When Paul sings “Hey Jude, don’t let me down, she has found you, now go and get her” on “Hey Jude” (likely referring to John and Yoko)
• When Ringo sings “The head nurse, she blew in, just like a tornado. When they started dancin’, I jumped off the table” on his solo song “Oh My My” (likely referring to his extended hospital stays with a variety of ailments in his childhood and adolescent years)
• The enthusiasm in John’s vocals, singing “Just Like Starting Over” (having returned to the studio after a 5-year hiatus)

 

-        Pete

Fab Foundations # 44: “What If”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Come Together”
Album: Abbey Road
Release Date: September 1969

Back in my comic-reading heyday in the mid-70s, I occasionally tapped into a Marvel Comics series called What If, which presented alternate-world comic scenarios such as “What If Spider Man Had Joined the Fantastic Four” and “What If the Hulk Had the Brain of Bruce Banner”.  It was a hit-or-miss series, and I’m thinking now that What If was probably more fun for the writers than the readers. Afterall, they got to break out of the normal constraints of their storylines with farfetched plots that otherwise would not have made it past the editor’s cutting-room floors.

In this light, I thought I’d have a bit of fun with a “What If” scenario of the Fab variety, that being…. What If the Beatles did not breakup? What would their next album have sounded like? And the one after that? Which of the 3 principle songwriters would have soared the most during their early-70s collaborative efforts? Would they have welcomed more guest musicians into the studio, as the Stones did regularly in the early 70s?  Would they eventually have toured again? Would John Lennon, George Harrison and Ringo Starr have ended up agreeing with Paul McCartney that businessman Alan Klein was no good for them? Would they have ever found another personal manager to replace Brian Epstein?

Surely, many of the early-70’s Beatles songs would have been familiar ones, from what we know of their immediate post-Beatle solo works….

After the success of “Something” and “Here Comes the Sun”, I am of the belief that George Harrison would have been given significantly more songwriting latitude had they ventured back into the studio after Abbey Road (which would have been a very important factor in the Beatles staying together). Beatle George had a boatload of material ready for the band, and much of it ended up on his 1970 solo album All Things Must Pass. If it had been on a Beatles album, “What is Life” would have had a George Martin production touch instead of a Phil Spector one. “My Sweet Lord” would have sounded more Beatlesy too, perhaps benefitting from a melodic bass riff from Paul McCartney and/or fancy rhythm guitar chords from John Lennon. Same for “Beware of Darkness” and “All Things Must Pass”.  I’m sure that Harrison would have been open to added instrumental and melodic flavor, if for no other reason than that he knew these bandmates/friends well, and knew they delivered.

John Lennon’s “Jealous Guy” would have likely been on that first 70’s Beatles album too (seeing as the music was originally slated as “Child of Nature” for the White Album, and so it was just a matter of time). Same for “Give Peace a Chance” and “Instant Karma”. Paul McCartney would have likely contributed “Uncle Albert” and “Maybe I’m Amazed” (Beatle Paul, first pulling off a classic Mother’s Day song – “Your Mother Should Know” and then a top notch birthday song – “Birthday” - now hitting it on the head with the penultimate wedding-dance song).

All of this music would have evolved in different ways than how we hear it today. The album title? How about “Beat(les) Poetry”, with the cover a cool artistic rendering of the band working together in the studio (rendered by none other than Klaus Voormann; he of Revolver cover fame, as well as a Beatles “insider”).

Within the context of a continued collaborative effort, all four Beatles would have gotten even better at writing individually, and more importantly, as a group. And so, they decide to release their songs here-forth as “Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starkey”.  Several singles are penned to promote this new song-credit status, including an amazing sequel to “Strawberry Fields Forever” called “Bed Cred”; an entwined experience of each band member’s adolescent years put to music (most prominent Ringo Starr, who spent much of his youth in a hospital bed with a variety of ailments).

The Concert for Bangladesh would have been the real Beatles live-reunion event, trumping the Let It Be Rooftop performance in more ways than one. At that “Biggest Charity Event Of All Time” (which is forced to move from Madison Square Garden to Max Yasgur’s Farm due to intense ticket demand), the band plays mostly songs from their new Beat(les) Poetry album, with Bob Dylan joining the Fab Four for an extended jam on “If Not for You” (which the Beatles had just recently covered on Beat(les) Poetry). Highlights of the show include John Lennon singing “Across the Universe”; a George Harrison lead on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”; and Paul McCartney tackling “Yesterday”. Ringo Starr gets the crowd on their feet with “Octopuses Garden”.

Along with John and Yoko’s “Bed-Ins” and “Bag-Ins”, the other Beatles would have also put individual and collective efforts into the anti-Vietnam-War peace movement. The highlight of this endeavor?... they somehow pull off a hush-hush live event in front of the Statue of Liberty (in cahoots with several National Park Service staffers). Oh, to be a lucky tourist on Liberty Island that day. A number of celebrity-types are in the know and make it to the island incognito, including Eric Clapton, Coretta Scott King, Marvin Gaye, Harry Belafonte, Eartha Kitt, Joan Baez, Tommy Smothers and Muhammed Ali.  Each of them takes a turn at the microphone as the band runs through an extreme-extended version of “Give Peace a Chance”, with cameras rolling. Another highlight is the entire ensemble singing “All You Need Is Love”, with the cameras at one moment zooming in on the Statue of Liberty quote “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”. By the time authorities reach the island to address the “disturbance”, the gig is over. Mission accomplished.

A second early-1970’s Beatles album would have included Ringo Starr’s “Photograph” and “It Don’t Come Easy”. Paul McCartney would have contributed “Band on the Run”, “Let Me Roll It” and “Jet”. A cornerstone song would have been John Lennon’s “Imagine”. George Harrison’s “Isn’t It a Pity” and “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth)” would be other big-ticket-items on that big-ticket album (all songs, of course, credited to “Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starkey”). The album title would have been either Band on the Run or Imagine. The cover would have been a photo of the band on the beach near Paul McCartney’s Mull of Kintyre estate in Scotland (where the album is recorded).

One thing I contemplated this week was how this alternate-reality of the Beatles staying power (into the 70s) would have affected their contemporaries. Would they have been emboldened or intimidated?  Some of the best Rock music of all time came out within a few years after the Beatles broke up. The Who released Who’s Next and Quadrophenia. The Rolling Stones released Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street.  Pink Floyd came out with Dark Side of the Moon.  Neil Young came out with Everybody Knows this is Nowhere and Harvest. David Bowie released The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Joni Mitchell released Blue. Marvin Gaye unveiled What’s Going On. Most critics would agree that these were the best albums these artists ever produced. Could the vacuum left by the Beatles breakup have had anything to do with it? Would the Beatles alternate-reality staying-power have factored into the results of any of these albums?

If there is a song that may give a hint of what could have been, it is “Come Together”.  This was a new sound for the Beatles and pop music when it was released on their last produced album, Abbey Road, in 1969. Every band member stepped to the plate to make it happen. Paul McCartney’s bass is funky throughout. Same for Ringo’s drumming. The lyrics are as good as any Beatles lyrics to sing along to. And I love the give and take of John Lennon’s lead vocal off George Harrison’s lead guitar at the end of the song.

The Beatles, via Apple Films and other channels, continue to release modern videos of their compositions. A great animated one is “Come Together”, with the Fab Four at their Zen-like best.  I’d like to think this is where the Beatles could have been mentally had they persisted into the 70s. Check it out: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45cYwDMibGo ).

I have no doubt the Beatles would have further evolved, in similar fashion to the way their contemporaries did. The 70’s were the Fab Four’s oyster (at least up to the point of the Punk movement) if they could have hung in there.  But the reality of what played out is not too shabby either. The Beatles helped to launch a musical revolution. It’s almost as if, at the end of the 60’s, they handed the car keys off to the up-and-comers and subliminally/sublimely said “ok, kid, your turn to drive”.

The kid(s) drove all right. It may not have been perfect. It may have had the Beatles in the passenger seat, slamming on the desperately-wanted break pad at times, or steering the imaginary wheel. But in the end, much of it was REAL, which was what the Beatles were. That early-70s period certainly worked for me. Perhaps there could have been a better scenario, such as the Beatles remaining together. But isn’t that the case for any historical possibility? Isn’t there a “What If” scenario in any grand event? In the end, you just have to accept what played out, and look at the positives for inspiration. It sure can be fun to “imagine” though.

If not for John Lennon’s passing, I think the Beatles would have reunited eventually. They had too much love between them not to do so. We all witnessed it. We all had a sense that it was bound to happen again.

 - Pete

Fab Foundations # 43: “Intersessions”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Let It Be”
Album: Let It Be
Release Date: May 1970

Those who have been reading this Fab Foundations series (thank you by the way) are aware that I have been slowly carrying through on my commitment to watching and reviewing all 5 of the officially-recognized Beatles movies in chronological order (a 6^th, Anthology, could be considered for inclusion too, but it was released after John Lennon’s death…I may or may not get around to reviewing it). I started with A Hard Day’s Night (Fab Foundations # 7), followed by Help! (FF # 14), Magical Mystery Tour (FF # 24), and Yellow Submarine (FF # 32). Here I will review Let It Be, the fifth and (likely) final review of this Beatles film pentalogy (I just learned this word).

One of the reasons I dragged this movie-review process out was that I was anticipating the remake of Let It Be, which as of this moment is being referred to as Beatles; Get Back. The remake was supposed to have hit the cinemas this past September but has now been delayed to late summer of 2021 (one need not imagine too long what that delay could be for), which is too late for me to include it in my Fab Foundations series. My hope was that I would get energized by the remake in a way that did not happen for me with Let It Be, which I watched many years ago while in college.

My memory of Let It Be was actually more akin to energy drainer. I recall that the movie was dark and disjointed, with a lot of internal squabbling among Beatles. Yoko Ono appeared glued to John Lennon’s hip (even during rehearsals), which annoyed me. George Harrison looked angry. Paul McCartney looked desperate. Ringo Starr looked fried. John Lennon looked distant and unengaged. The basic concept of the movie - that we would all get to see a great band in the studio, creating new music for a new album - was an incredible one (oh, how I wish the Who or the Rolling Stones would have allowed the cameras to roll in the studio for any number of their best albums). But there was no magic. There was no joy.

The Beatles; Get Back remake is supposed to be much more uplifting than Let It Be (the new producers having supposedly captured a number of inspiring moments from the reams of footage that were not captured in the first go around) but with that card off the table, I decided to give the original Let It Be a second chance. Easier said than done. I could not find it anywhere. Not in the library, not on Netflix, not in Red Box (online movie rentals). Not in several other means of cable access. It was nowhere to be found, which may have a lot to do with the Beatles not being all that impressed with the movie either. 

I had pretty much given up early this week and was trying to gear myself up to resorting to my memory of the film for this writeup. And then, as I was doing a bit of preliminary research, I stumbled upon a website that was discussing the new film. Lo and behold, posted a few paragraphs deep was a link to the entirety of the original  Let It Be ( https://www.videomuzic.eu/beatles-let-it-be-movie/?lang=en ). Alas, I could tackle it fresh. (Side Note: I’m not surprised when these kinds of things happen anymore: They have been happening throughout my 10-plus years of writing these blog entries).

And so, this past Wednesday, I kicked back, put on my headphones and watched Let It Be on my laptop. This time around, I found myself far less critical. Yes, much of that earlier negative reaction was still there in me, but my present-day evolved-Beatles-brain approached it all from a far more enlightened angle, and I can now see why a remake may have promise.  First off, Yoko did not bother me nearly as much because I concluded that she did not bother Paul, George or Ringo nearly as much as I’d originally thought -or was led to believe (Paul, in particular, seems genuinely fine with her there).

Ringo Starr’s drumming is professionally excellent throughout. George Harrison creates a highlight moment in the film, leading the band through his love song “For You Blue” (an ode to his wife Pattie Boyd).  John Lennon shines on the rooftop with his singing (particularly “Don’t Let Me Down”) wit (“I’d like to say thank you on behalf of the group and ourselves and I hope we passed the audition”) and overall presence.  In fact, the entire rooftop portion of the film is excellent, which eluded me all those years ago (I covered the rooftop ‘concert’ in “Raise the Roof” > Fab Foundations # 8).  Despite their growing apathy, George, John and Ringo remained enticed by the Beatles mystique and message. Something as special as what they collectively had can be very difficult to move on from.

But the best moments in Let It Be are Paul McCartney’s. He was running the show by this time, in part because he was still so passionate about the band and in part because the others were losing interest. We see him orchestrating and formulating and reflecting, and brainstorming, all in an effort to generate some more of that Beatles pixie dust. His effort and openness, singing heart-on-sleeve songs like “Two of Us”, “Get Back”, “Let It Be” and “The Long and Winding Road”, are truly courageous in the face of the rolling cameras and more than a touch of adversity emanating from his bandmates. His efforts are also heartfelt and inspiring.

Along with all his orchestrating, formulating, reflecting, and brainstorming, Paul McCartney was bumming out too. He knew the end was near. You can see the anguish in his face and hear it in his lyrics. It’s heartbreaking if you allow yourself to feel it. For example, on “The Long and Winding Road”, which is performed for the very first time in the film, he sings in the refrain:

“Many times, I’ve been alone
  And many times, I’ve cried
  Anyway, you’ll never know
  The many ways I’ve tried”

I hear this as a painful plea to his bandmates to try to get through this estrangement period and carry on (in true McCartney fashion, there is also a hope in “The Long and Winding Road” lyrics that love will eventually conquer all). Clearly, the Beatles were more than a band to Paul McCartney. Way more.

“Oh! Darling” was rehearsed during these sessions (which did not make the Let It Be film or album of the same name, but later appeared on Abbey Road). I’ve always heard “Oh! Darling” as an appeal directly to John Lennon:

“When you told me
  You didn’t need me anymore
  Well you know, I nearly broke down and cried
  When you told me, you didn’t need me anymore
  Well you know, I nearly broke down and died”

“The Long and Winding Road” and “Oh! Darling” are heavy, but the title song to the movie, “Let It Be” (one of the Beatles all-time greatest songs) is where we hear Paul McCartney’s anguish the most:

“When I find myself in times of trouble
  Mother Mary comes to me
  Speaking words of wisdom
  Let it be”

Before I go further with this chain of thought, I need to tackle a specific thought that’s been gnawing at me all year; that being that Paul McCartney has an almost nihilistic way of undermining his deeper-meaning songs. It started with “Yesterday”, where he has stated that the original title was “Scrambled Eggs” (“Scrambled eggs, oh my baby, how I love your legs”).  Not many musicians would admit to such lack of early inspiration to one of their most significant compositions. Then there was “Hey Jude”, where McCartney has led us to believe all these years that the song was written primarily about a young Julien Lennon, who was caught in the middle of his parent’s marital unravelling (John Lennon and Cynthia Lennon) after John met Yoko.  Yes, this may be at least partly true, but the song takes on a far more profound meaning when the listener hears it as being about his songwriting partner (which John Lennon himself has observed).

(It’s very likely that Paul McCartney is being extremely honest in these reflections, which actually makes it all even more intriguing in a subconscious sort of way.)

Things get really interesting though with his songs that have spiritual connotations. Faith seems to poke up in at least 3 of McCartney’s best compositions, particularly in relation to the Virgin Mary.  This starts with “Lady Madonna” where he sings “Children at your feet, wonder how you manage to make ends meet”.  Later, in his solo career, he penned the song “Jet” where he sings about “Ah Mater”, which is Latin for Mother Mary: “Ah, Mater, want Jet to always love me” (“Jet” being a veiled reference to his Father-in-Law”). 

But the “Mother-load” of Paul McCartney’s Mother Mary connotations is in “Let It Be” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcA-qlMP11s ). Sure, McCartney has stated that the song is about his birth mother, Mary, whose death – when Paul was young – has always weighed heavy on him. Still “Let It Be” simply must go deeper than that. It’s too surreal not to be the case. It’s as faith filled a song as I have ever heard. I have no doubt it’s a prayer; Beatle Paul, traumatized by the Beatles breaking up, was searching for divine answers.  Catholics turn to Mother Mary for intersessions in “times of trouble”.  McCartney was baptized into Catholicism, although he has never publicly embraced it. Anyhow, there’s too much there for me to ignore it.

Why all the sidestepping about faith? Has Paul McCartney been intimidated all these years by his bandmates far more open faith-centric proclamations (I speak here of George Harrison and John Lennon, neither of whom stuck with their Liverpool Christian upbringing)? 

Did Paul McCartney’s prayer-of-a-song work?  I’m thinking yes it did indeed. I mean, he did get the brilliant Abbey Road as a final Beatles farewell after the acrimonious Let It Be. It was an inexplicable rebound if you think about it. And yet, it was the only way the Beatles could and should have ended.

In turn we all (including John, George and Ringo) benefitted from Paul McCartney’s appeal for divine intercessions. For that, I’m thankful.

 - Pete

Fab Foundations # 42: “A Market Correction”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
Album: The Beatles
Release Date: November 1968

Back in April, Boston Globe Correspondent Stuart Miller wrote a nice piece on the Beatles in recognition of their official disbandment 50 years ago to the month. Miller’s article centered around the results of an exhaustive survey he performed over the course of the prior months, whereby he asked participants to list their 30 favorite Beatles songs in order. Miller then took the feedback (he cut it off after 64 participated), developed a ranking scheme, and compiled it. His tally of the top 180 Beatles songs of all time was included in his article, where he also discussed his overall findings.

One of the key findings in Stuart Miller’s article was a big surprise to him; that being the song that came in at # 2: “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFDg-pgE0Hk ). This song only got three # 1 votes, but through Miller’s ranking scheme (30 points for # 1, 29 points for # 2, and so on) it climbed almost all the way to the top (only “A Day In the Life” beat it out, which included thirteen # 1 votes).

As I close in on the final handful of Music and Memory blog entries over the upcoming months, I have to say “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” has been my biggest song-surprise of this Fab Foundations year too.

As has been the case with every one of these Music and Memory series (Rolling Stones, Neil Young, Who, Bob Dylan, Beatles), I inevitably bumped into several already-familiar songs this year that blew me away in novel ways. Sometimes it’s just the music that hits me from a new angle, and other times it’s more profound than that. The short list of surprises this year includes “Because”, “Back in the USSR”, “Birthday” and “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. I’ll get to more talking points about that last song (this week’s spotlight tune) soon enough. Right now, however, I’d like to take a deeper dive into the how’s and why’s of what it is that has some music hit you fast and furious, while other music is more of a slow drip of greatness.

The test of time is always telling. Pecking orders of value can end up being shuffled around and ironed out in more natural ways than initially conceived (or even fabricated). This is clearly the case in the art world, including literature, paintings, films, poetry, and music. Viewpoints change. New generations weigh in. Stereotypical opinions are overcome. Case in point, Rolling Stone magazine just released its latest top 500 albums of all time. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band came in at # 24.  Not bad. However, back in 1987, when Rolling Stone first did such a “top” list, this renowned album came in at # 1. More to the point, in that hot-off-the-presses “top” list, Sgt Pepper finished behind two other Beatles albums (Abbey Road at # 5, and Revolver at # 11), with several others nipping at its heals (the “White Album” at # 29 and Rubber Soul at # 35).

How do these sorts of things happen? What is it that accounts for this type of ‘market correction’? Why do cultural moods shift when it comes to value?

Back when I started blogging, I got a recommendation from my good friend Pat Shea to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig. The book was an eyeopener. A main theme was the protagonist’s quest for Quality (in keeping with the book’s approach I capitalize the word here).  In a nutshell the answer to his quest was in a blending and balancing of rational sources of wisdom (science, reason, and technology) with seemingly irrational sources of wisdom (faith, love, trust). I tend to agree and find myself fortunate in this regard.  My observation has been that it’s the rare person who strikes the right balance between their quest for scientific answers to the world’s problems with their quest for faith-based answers (which essentially cuts to the core of the meaning of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”).

We humans have an instinctual 6^th sense for Quality (whether we turn to it or not is another matter). Yes, we have individual tastes as well, but when a song like “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” climbs to the # 2 slot on a well-planned survey of Beatles songs, it’s more than just about individual tastes. That’s high enough up the ladder to consider that some type of cultural correction is going on.

Focusing more on that Sgt Pepper slip down the best-ever charts, which I believe is a correction in the opposite direction. A big part of the reason for this correction is related to hype. Sgt. Pepper made such a giant splash when it was released in 1967 that the ramifications lasted a good 20 years. It was a splash of psychedelia and technicolor and flower power and long hair. It germinated the summer of love. Most of the critics jumped on the bandwagon.

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was a lot of things, but some of it was a wee-bit superficial. When you looked under the hood there is less of a message to Sgt. Pepper than one would hope. There certainly is depth in a handful of songs, including “A Day in the Life”, “Within You Without You”, and “She’s Leaving Home” (and maybe even “A Little Help from My Friends”). But much of the rest of the album is just plain fun. Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with fun. It’s just that, this sort of statement must ultimately run its course when it comes to ‘game changer’. It turns out for Sgt. Pepper that, after the dust settled, there was a shelf life in relation to its super-hyped, crème-of-the-crop reputation. This is because there was a limit to its level of Quality.

On the flip side there is a song like “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”, which has always been recognized as a great composition, but not necessarily a cultural crème-of-the-crop tune.  “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” was nested deep in the 30-song double White Album; an album which was not unanimously praised by critics upon release in the way that Sgt. Pepper was. And where Sgt. Pepper was a revolution in studio innovation, pop culture, musicality and sound, the White Album was none of these things. 

Also, as opposed to the release date of Sgt. Pepper (May 1967), by late 1968, great rock music was cropping up all over the place (in part, thanks to Sgt. Pepper). Jimi Hendrix, Aretha Franklin, the Velvet Underground, the Band, Pink Floyd, the Who, the Rolling Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Van Morrison, the Byrds, the Rolling Stones, and so many others were cranking out fantastic music on a regular basis by this time. The Beatles were now simply part of the musical landscape rather than the landscape itself.  Finally, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” was a George Harrison song, and as late as 1968, Harrison was still trying to establish his own reputation as a serious songwriter while under the shadows of the supersized Lennon/McCartney songwriting team.

The good thing: Such conditions can put a song in prime position for a latter-day climb up the “best-ever” charts.  Most of the time, such conditions won’t work for a given song or album, because that record is, in the long run, mortal. Its Quality has already been realized. Its potential has already been tapped (or even over-tapped). There’s nowhere else you can go with it. Not so for “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. It’s one of those songs that clearly had a lot of upend. To me, it is on a very short list of Beatles songs that hit Pink Floyd and Who levels in terms of pure intensity (the others that come to mind include “I Want You [She’s So Heavy]”, “Oh, Darling”, “Helter Skelter” and “Don’t Let Me Down”). Songs of this ilk may run a bit longer than your standard 3-minute ditty, but rarely do they run longer than 7 minutes…. and man do they pack an additional wallop in that relatively-short extra time span.

As I’ve stated before, it has been a long while since I have listened to Beatles songs as intensely and extensively as I have this year (I want to say at least 40 years). That’s proven to be a good thing. Revisits to past experiences can have a very different effect than the initial exposure, which has much to do with all the life that has been lived in the interim. Way back when, I mostly heard Eric Clapton’s brilliant lead guitar while listening to “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. This time around, I hear much more the lyrics. George Harrison wrote many serious songs in his lifetime, and “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” ranks right up there in the serious department. In fact, you can feel this song through the lyrics alone.

Paul McCartney’s musical contribution to “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” cannot be overstated. He is there, in the moment for his bandmate (although it took a while for George Harrison to get his attention). McCartney’s opening piano line is just as lovely as the Eric Clapton guitar solo. His harmony vocals shine too, and his bass sets the undertone to the mood. The other virtuoso musical element to the song is George Harrison’s lead vocals, which is lock step with the feel and meaning behind each-and-every line, verse, and chorus. And Harrison’s moaning at the end has the same eerie feel as the lost souls in the ‘Jacob Marley’ scenes to several of the movie adaptations of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.  

“While My Guitar Gently Weeps” was already partly reviewed by me in Fab Foundations # 4, which was a general overall review of side 1 of the White Album. But as the year progressed, I felt that it needed its own entry.  In that Fab Foundations # 4 entry I mentioned that, through his spirituality, George Harrison gained a reputation among Beatles fans for asking the tough questions we all must face if we aim to be virtuous. In “My Guitar Gently Weeps” Harrison frames these questions more as dejected statements of fact. This is particularly poignant in the 2 bridges:

“I don’t know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you”

 And….

“I don’t know how you were diverted

You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you”

The “you” being anyone who does not reach their potential, or even come anywhere close to it (i.e. most of us). Truer words could not be spoken

 Eric Clapton channels these lyrics soulfully-well in his gently-weeping lead-guitar playing. Again, brilliant.

George Harrison was only 25 at the time he wrote “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”, which goes to show you can gain deep wisdom at a young age if you focus on the right things.

Quality in this case, had been found.

- Pete

Fab Foundations # 41: “Transition”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Nowhere Man”
Album: Rubber Soul
Release Date: December 1965

I suppose a concertgoer like myself reveals his age when he attends about as many tribute-band shows as original-band shows in a given year. Indeed, over the past few years alone I’ve attended tributes to the Police, Neil Young, Bob Seeger, the Band, Chicago (not my choice), and Bob Dylan, among others. In my defense, these types of shows are happening more and more frequently for us Baby Boomers, and some of them are very, very good (of all the tributes I’ve seen, “The THE BAND Band” is most highly recommended – and no, that band name is not a typo). As is the reality with all of us, musicians burn out or get old and pass away (although they rarely retire), but their legacy can live on when covered by fellow musicians who love their music.

Ok, out of the gate I’ve admitted to attending these tribute events (at times choosing them over original-band shows when there is a conflict). However, for the longest time the only tribute shows I’d subject myself to were Beatles tributes (with a few notable exceptions, including several Blushing Brides concerts -Rolling Stones imitators – and a wonderful evening at the Middle East Club in Cambridge MA watching a tribute to the entirety of the Kinks album Preservation Act II). I was never floored by any of the Beatles tributes for the simple reason that they are all imitator shows (vs the real deal). But if you are going to be a Beatles cover band, you have to be really tight (and so it seems, you also have to find the rarity of all rarities: a good lefty bass player), and virtually all of the ones I have seen over many years have been just that.

The Beatles tribute shows I’ve witnessed have been many and pretty much all of them I’ve attended with my wife Nancy. Off the top of my head, there was the cover band “Help!”, which performed admirably on the beach sands of Hampton Beach on a lovely summer evening a few years back (after the show they staged a fun Abbey-Road-style walk across Ocean Boulevard for a photo-op).  There were a handful of times watching “Beatlejuice”, a cover band which included the late Brad Delp (of “Boston” fame) as front man (one reason for catching them on multiple occasions was that Nancy’s former roommate Deb was close friends with the guitarist). I recall one of these events was at a funky club in Exeter, NH. Another was at the VFW in Woburn on New Year’s Eve.

We have seen Beatles tributes at the Townend Public Library in Townsend MA (which included a fantastic rendition of “Oh, Darling” – the only time I’ve ever seen that one live); in Keene NH for the “Pumpkin Festival”; at a county fair in Milford NH; at the Bull Run in Shirley MA (our favorite haunt to see music); at the town common in our hometown of Pepperell MA; and at the Todd Rundgren-hosted “A Walk Down Abbey Road” at Harbor Lights Pavilion in Boston (which was the last time I saw John Entwistle live). I also attended a run through of the entirety of the “White Album” at the Berklee School of Music Performance Center with my good-buddy Mac, (which I discussed in a prior entry). Then of course, there was the original “Ringo Starr and his All-Star Band” tour, which in a way was a Beatles tribute too (and which I have also discussed in a prior entry).

The first Beatles tribute I went to may have been the best, at least in terms of the effect it had on me. It was the Broadway production Beatlemania, which I attended at the Colonial Theatre in Boston in 1977. One big reason it stands out was that it was the very first rock show I ever attended.  One moment I recall was sneaking into one of the small, closeup side-balconies with my brother, which is where we would take in most of the show (in hindsight, this maneuver set the ground rules for me at many other concerts and festivals 😉).

Beatlemania was a marathon; 29 songs were performed, all of them Lennon/McCartney originals (as I researched this over the week, I found it strange that not a single George Harrison composition was performed). The show was broken up into two acts, with an intermission in-between. The two acts were like night and day to me (or rather day and night). The first act showcased the younger, presumably innocent Beatles; well dressed, well mannered… a reflection of their touring years (’62-’66). The second act revealed an older, wiser, and more individualistic Beatles… a reflection of their post-touring years (’66-70).  Sound familiar? … (this breakdown was very similar to the breakdown between release dates of songs on the compilation “Red” album vs the follow-up compilation “Blue” album).

With the Beatles, it’s almost as if we all got two bands in one. I can’t think of any other band that fits that bill; a ‘before’ and ‘after’. A reincarnation. Most Beatles aficionados mark the release of Rubber Soul as the transition point between the two ‘acts’, as opposed to the end of touring, which came a wee bit later. Rubber Soul marked the end of the ‘innocence’ and the beginning of the ‘dynamic’, not only for the band, but for the Rock-music world as a whole. 

My cousin Tim Gilligan has made a compelling case for Rubber Soul as being the best of all Beatles albums. I can’t track Tim’s email from a few years back, where he made this case, but I do recall some of his talking points. One big one was that Paul McCartney was ramping up his leadership role both musically and in the general decision-making, as well as the overall guidance as to where the band was heading. This is a good point by Tim for any Beatles fan to chew on (or anyone interested in group dynamics), because it can be very difficult to break the status quo in any endeavor, especially when it’s as successful of a status quo as what the Beatles had figured out to that point. There is a risk factor…. such a change can work in one of two ways: It can break up a band (which is what eventually happened) or it can evolve things exponentially (which is what happened in the short term).

Rubber Soul was the Beatles personal “Cambrian Explosion”. Musical phyla evolve all over the place. For example “Norwegian Wood” was the first use of an Indian string instrument on a Rock recording (George Harrison on sitar); “Michelle” comes across as a rock ballad adopted from the then-bohemian streets of Paris; “In My Life” combined ballad with baroque;  “Nowhere Man” made early use of double tracking (John Lennon’s lead vocal); and “Drive My Car” sounds state-of-the-art in its harmonic roller-coaster vocal ensemble.

George Harrison’s lead guitar playing on Rubber Soul is some of his Beatlesy best (especially the instrumental portions of “Drive My Car”, “Nowhere Man” “What Goes On”, “If I Needed Someone” and “Michelle”). John Lennon takes his rock-star status very seriously on this album (arguably as serious as he would ever be on a Beatles album) in penning “Nowhere Man”, “In My Life” and “Norwegian Wood” (personally, I recall “Norwegian Wood” being the first song on Rubber Soul to really catch my ear as a young teen. The lyrics put me right there in that bungalow with John Lennon and the mystery woman).

Paul McCartney display’s a very unique (for him) vocal delivery on “You Won’t See Me” (I’m reminded of the Undertones “Wednesday Week”). We get to hear Beatle Paul in a scolding tone here. Also, McCartney’s bass playing is some of his best on any Beatles album, particularly on “Drive My Car” and “The Word”, as well as his in-your-face fuzz bass on “Think for Yourself”. Ringo Starr stands out with his drumming on “The Word” and “Wait”. He also gets his first co-writing credit for “What Goes On” which would add another new twist to the Beatles allure at the time.

Most of the songs on Rubber Soul have a lyrical dark side (the only clear exceptions are “The Word” which is about universal love, and of course “In My Life” which is simply a lovely song in every way). In fact, all in all this may be the Beatles darkest album. “Norwegian Wood” hints at vengeful arson at the end of the song. “Nowhere Man” tackles uncertainty and doubt. The George Harrison tracks “Think for Yourself” and “If I Needed Someone” (which reveal an emerging songwriter) are similarly disillusioned; in these cases, in accusatory and dismissive ways. Same for Paul McCartney’s “I’m Looking Through You” and “You Won’t See Me”. Ringo Starr sings of rejection in “What Goes On”. “Girl” has the protagonist hanging on by the skin of his teeth in the face of a very strong woman. Don’t even get me started with “Run for Your Life” (the lyrics of which John Lennon later regretted writing). It’s all a barrage of blues in the guise of pop music.

Geez, whatever happened to “Love Me Do” guys?

It seems as if the Beatles got all this out of their system though, because Revolver, their next album, is far more upbeat in the lyrics (and yet, where Rubber Soul had a few exceptions, so too does Revolver in the opposite direction).  George Harrison once stated that Rubber Soul and Revolver could have been discs one and two of a double-album-set…that’s how alike they felt to him.  I agree musically, but not lyrically, unless that imaginary double-album was a concept album and then disc 1 could be “dark” and disc 2 could be “light” (a reflection of Joe Jackson’s Night and Day concept album).

One key song that got played at that mid-70s Beatlemania show was “Nowhere Man” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8scSwaKbE64 ). As a young teenager at the time, it grabbed my attention, and If I recall correctly, “Nowhere Man” hovered near the transition between Act I and Act II. This makes sense. Afterall, according to one Beatles researcher, “Nowhere Man” was the very first Beatles song to completely avoid boy-girl relationships. It would not be the last.

I’ve observed over the years that Beatles fans categorically fall into greater enthusiasm for either Act I or Act II of the Fab Four. My brother Fred is a Red Album guy (Act I). So too is Nancy. Me? … I’m a Blue Album guy all the way (if you have not figured this out already), although I do love to dabble with the early stuff on occasion. It may say something about one’s personality. I’ll have to think about that some more. In the meantime, it’s clearer to me now more than ever that Rubber Soul is the demarcation line. The transition. In another light, it’s where we can all meet…. Red and Blue album types; in peace and harmony.

(Thanks for your help with this one, Cousin Tim!)

 - Pete