hard day's night. this is also bob pollard's favorite. between us, we represent 100% of all good ideas in the known universe. therefore, hard day's night is the best beatles album.
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Because of a simple Alphabet list...
A. It's their magazine.
B. It's their Top Ten.
C. You don't even buy Rolling Stone magazine.
D. I don't buy Rolling Stone magazine.
E. I rule!
F. Fuggedabbouit.
There is not enough space here to come close to chronicling all Lennon’s masterpieces, but check out Tomorrow Never Knows, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, and then I Am the Walrus and Strawberry Fields Forever, and tell me you do not gasp… Never had anything been created like these works in the whole of history.
Lennon, from a frankly less-than-glamorous teenager with a bit of a chip on his shoulder, developed into the coolest guy on Earth. He was cool enough to write the greatest teen pop song ever written (in my humble etc): I Want To Hold Your Hand, to embrace psychedelia and make it musically valid, to leave The Beatles when he felt it had all become a shallow game he didn't want to play any more, and then to put his whole being into promoting Peace in his solo work, producing almost certainly the greatest, most daring and personally revealing solo albums ever made, including the exquisite Jealous Guy, the soul-baring God, and the immortal anthem for mankind, Imagine. OK, I am out of space, but Lennon, for all of us post-revolution (whatever that was…) musos, was, is, and always will be... IT.
I rest my case.
I can't believe there are people out there who don't love The Beatles.
To me that's like not liking oxygen or nourishment.
__________________ 'You're getting older, and you'll see that life isn't like your fairy tales. The world is a cruel place. And you'll learn that, even if it hurts.' - Carmen, Pan's Labyrinth
The Beatles did their best work outside of most of 1967 when Lennon destroyed his ego with LSD and they became Paul McCartney's Corny Fart's Club Band and then became interesting again in '68. The thing about John is that all his work post-heroin addiction (so like post-early '68) has this really creepy edge to it where now matter how sweet or pretty a song is it still unsettles me which is actually something I like. Stuff like Two Virgins and Baby's Heartbeat and Oh My Love and #9 Dream. I mean the former two obviously but even the latter two are at least somewhat unsettling.
__________________ Land of the free, home of the brave...
Do you think we will ever be saved?
In this land of dreams find myself sober...
Wonder when will it'll all be over...
Living in a void when the void grows colder...
Wonder when it'll all be over?
Will you be laughing when it's over?