Broken lp, je sais, mais after the Smiths Spring I just went through, i've now devolved into the valley of the Beatles once again. That giant new bio of the group - mark Levistan (?). I'm on page 450 of volume one - and i'm only in the SUMMER OF 1961. Incredible. The only thing (well, besides coaching both of my soccer teams during the game - i love to scream and yell and all that just to make shure everyone knows how smart i am about grammer school soccer ( well, actually, the reason for the yelling is actually to teach the girls the game, to give them positive feedback, and to have them feel good about themselves and how they play) i want to do these days is get home and crack that tome.
The fucking detail. I've read well and Ive heard heard every beatle story a hundred times maybe less, maybe more - until this book. The Fooking detail.
So - one exciting beatle discovery for me was this song I first heard in 2005. Here is the crappy original, and then - I wish i had a tardis so i could go to the carvern and weep while watching their version.
Here 'tis
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