I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all,
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I’d love to turn you on...
Day in the life, the Beatles
Maybe it's the six disc Beatles Anthology I've been watching or maybe its still my biorhythm still hiccuping, but I've had that song stuck in my head all night. But it did strike me that the Beatles were simply blogging most of their careers to music.
Think about it (and I promise no Quantum Physics today...that seems to make people's heads hurt), the Beatles started out recording these kind of mindless, naive songs that made people kind of feel good, like I want to hold your hand and She loves you, yeah, yeah, and ended up recording songs like Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey and Why don't we just do it in the road? And each song they wrote became more personal and revealed more about themselves. But the more they revealed the less people seemed charmed by the mythological "Beatles." But bottomline, they were just blogging along with a beat.
Of course there were the freaks who thought the Beatles were speaking directly to them like Charlie Manson. And let's not forget David Chapman who became so aggitated about the songs that he had to end John Lennon's life. It's pretty sad when people can't just march to their own drummer and have to fall in line behind someone elses and then get pissed when they miss a beat.
Now I'm not equating my blog to the Beatles or me to the Beatles. And I'm not saying I'm better than the Beatles or as popular as the Beatles (very few of you will get that reference). I just relate to the Beatles because I grew up with their music. I wrote a post back in September of 2004 about judging a person by their favorite Beatle. John was and will always be my favorite Beatle. I think he had the best sense of humor and yet, a dark side that gave him an edge (goo goo ga choo).
Anyway, I started out writing this this morning intending to talk about the mundaneness of everyday life and why people shouldn't just write about the "4,000 holes in Blackburn, Lancashire," but instead should write about how the holes were created and why. But I became a day tripper on a magical mystery tour down a long and winding road that took me where I will go. So I'll just let it be and say all we need is love. Or maybe help. It's just been a hard days night. It was a good reason for taking the easy way out.
By the way, this has been an entirely accoustical blog entry with no strings attached.
Somebody stop me...