I love The Beatles.
Someone asked me for my top 5 Beatles songs. Sorry I said. I don’t know but The Beatles have a rather large catalogue you know.
1. Hello Good Bye 2. Let It be 3. Yesterday 4. Your Mother Should Know 5. When I’m Sixty Four—Mean Mr. Mustard
This article appears in Apr 1-7, 2010.


I like “Norwegian Wood.”
“She showed me her room,
Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood…
“So, I lit a fire,
Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood…”
So did he burn her place down, or what?
And remember… Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids. In fact, it’s cold as hell.
John Lennon’s son Sean had a remarkably commonsense attitude to the issue of corporate sponsorship of rock concerts. He said it had to be weighed on a case by case basis. And then he and his mother signed up for the Smith & Wesson Rockstravaganza World Tour of 1989
“why don’t we do it in the road” etc. etc. etc.
Rocky Raccoon
Long and Winding Road
Baby, You’re a Rich Man
Hello Goodbye
Helter Skelter
and so many more…
maxwell’s silver hammer…an ode to a serial killer. yowzah
Hey, Jude
Got to get into my life
Yesterday
Lady Madonna
Here comes the sun
From Me to You
ect. ect.
Here’s one for you Ivan and welcome back … Back in the U.S.S.R.
🙂
Let me tell you how it will be, there’s one for you 19 for me.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Something, Tax Man, it’s my Beatle trifecta.
bungalow bill…is it safe over here?
Thanks Puss. Time for Ivan to confess 2 embarrassing things from my past that I actually do feel bad about.
1)In 1978 I owned the soundtrack to “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” Wanna know why – I was a Steve Martin fan. Lame, Lame Lame on every level.
2) …and this one is really greasy. The morning after Lennon was murdered I was standing in line in the King’s cafeteria and another fellow came in looking like his best friend had died. So I, being the oh so witty and cynical child of the SNL/National Lampoon generation said something like “What a tragic waste” and he said yeah. And I said “Five rounds and not one hit Yoko” He looked at me like he wanted to cry, vomit and stab a fork in my eye simultaneously. I only found out later that he was a huge fan, thought the release of the double album was bigger than Jesus and had been walking the campus since 5:00 A.M. because he was so torn up about what happened.
I’m pretty philosophical about the asshat moves I’ve pulled in my life, but that’s one that I really do regret.
Not as much as the Sgt. Pepper thing but still…
i was thinking about the revolver album, happiness is a warm gun…am i at 5 yet?
don’t pass me by…
hmmmm
Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da
Eight Days a Week
I’ve Just Seen a Face
Run For Your Life
Little Child
…I think? Too tricky.