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Oh yeah. I do know that guy.
No, really-- I think I heard his in Burger King when I stepped in on a rainy day, and I knew that it wasn't the first time that I'd heard his, you know. Although for the life of me, I couldn't place the name.... I couldn't have told you his name if Hugh Grant the animated pirate demanded to know at swordpoint.... It's like, after listening to George Harrison in '64 rollin', rockin', Roll Over Beethoven, I thought-- Chuck Berry, I want to look up Chuck Berry.... But who knows Chuck? Who knows Chuck, you know....
But anyway-- yeah, "James Taylor", this name without a man behind it, seemed like, and that man without a name in my hand, in my own hand.... were actually, the same.
And what do they have the same-- the "merchant of mellow", and the guy who's rollin', rockin'. They both want to have fun.
And I do want Beethoven to roll over. (Roll over, dead.) I never liked Beethoven. Or Germans. Their gene pool must be very isolated. Not like the Russians-- their gene pool is like a lake, or the....
{I read that this old 60s Dutch band covered "Eight Miles High"-- and actually even named one of their albums after it. And, you know, I do hope that if I were Dutch, that the Americans would be my *favorite* people, you know. Hahaha....}
I think he's a good example of a moderately commercially successful musician, and artistically.
.... come to think of it, like Billy Joel, only less.... "knowing". (And that part I wouldn't have thought of with Chuck-- although that line preceding I did think of originally about Chuck.... but you can see how much it also goes with him hahaha.... Rock and Roll Music!)
Well, he does do pretty good on the charts, though. He doesn't *seem* to, though. Elton John-- oh, sure. James Taylor.... really? Really?
And it's not like George Harrison ever.... hahaha. (Ravi Shak.... Sha.... Gaius.... lol).
But, you know, with the Byrds, their first album did well on the charts, and then, basically, as their abilities expanded and increased, their position on the charts..... declined and withered away Engels-style, right, so-- I guess that that's what you can learn from the capitalists and their charts, right.
Actually, it's pretty good though.
That's sorta what I meant, though-- that's what I was thinking of, like a little chain in the.... chain.... ("I don't want a chink in my chain, Greg.") Which is sorta what I was feeling interesting in.... Although it's funny, when you actually meet it-- because when I meet John, I don't really have to care about any man that I happen to meet.... I don't have to; I'm free-- I don't have to care about John, any-more than I have to care about, Yono Oh-no.... as I call her....
But, anyway.
I mean, at least he's not Richard Nixon, right. He's a musician. But Richard Nixon-- Oh-no. He was a *uniquely* boring (and in a sense average) man, I think. He wasn't malevolent, (like the false god Christ), but, by George, was.... boring! (And, yes, that is historical-biographical analysis.) What a Westerner. How boring..... Yes, Molotov, in our country, our leaders are kind of like.... They go to baseball games; they are *very* social.... Shut up, Molotov. Stop laughing at me. Stop laughing-- stop making fun of me! ^^
That's what's funny about it, I think-- the chains in the.... chain. What does James Taylor like better? "Hourglass"? (And, incidentally, I'm not sure that my CD is really "enhanced", but his listal profile-- you know.) Or the Byrds? If you stop "Fifth Dimension" in the middle-- because, well, who cares, I can't explain everything-- and then start playing James Taylor, does he (yes, and I didn't even have to buy the ghetto ghost book from the *inauthentic* paranormal shop, I just *imagine*), say, Oh, that's rather nice, or something, or does he say....
What, in the middle. Really? *laughing*
I mean, he's like Ringo's friend, right-- James Joseph McGuinn, the byrd....
Ringo and the bird.
It's okay-- you don't have to understand how clever I am.
But, I mean, yeah.
I mean, at least it's not a movie. A movie called.... "I Come And Stand At Every Door". Right.
A Door.... a door of truth....
Okay, not....
But, you know. George is like, Hey Ringo, who's your friend. Ringo says, Oh, my friend is one of the byrds-- James Joseph McGuinn, but, then, his name is *really*....
And then George says, I have an eye in my hand, right.
I mean-- I forget how I really wanted to do that, but, once you have to decide how to spell "bird", then.... you can pretty much just forget about it.
And, at least it's not how it used to be-- There were five of them, sir: Bingely, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and.... "another young man".
And that was their party. That was the party.
"She is tolerable-- but not enough to tempt *Me*!.... I am unmoved-- she is tolerable. Eh! (back-up singers) Eh! Eh!...." I actually think it would make a good song. I mean, hey, if John Lennon can actually say, "It's been a hard day's night/ And I've been working like a dog/ It's been a hard day's night/ And I should be sleeping like a log".... I mean, wouldn't it be funny, to do Darcy stuff as a spoken word, right, and do a Hey Joe type thing about Wickham, and then say, (No, really-- "I'm gonna go down to my favorite-- Mexico", *said Wickham*), (And I mean, really, if we can make heroes of Steve Carell and Buddy Holly, then why not just tell Wickham, *You know what, Wickham*....), have Darcy say, (Darcy and the Poets, or, something-- like how the Turtles did the concept album, with different fake bands that was really the Turtles pretending to be other people), "If my requirements had not been so severe, my words would not have been so weighty." And then, do a song, The Mary Song-- which will be all like, One two three four five six seven, One two three four five six seven, la la la la la la seven, All good children go to heaven-- and maybe two or three more lines like that.... I was thinking about this in Burger King earlier today, and somehow, listening to James Taylor makes it seem less.... Anyway, I'm thinking I could just call the album, "Pride". I could draft the lyrics as, "Pride: Poetry", and then, to *really* confuse people, call the band, "Poetry". Although, sometimes, it is kinda like, James Taylor, right. (*McCartney*, right-- a whole album.... And then McCartney said to Bingely).... And Chuck Berry used to tour by himself, and everywhere he'd go, there'd be a new band to back him up, maybe he liked that.... And you can always hire session musicians, right-- if you can travel, east enough, lol, to Abbey Road, lol, you can always just hire people, right, to play with you for the day.... And some security to keep dear mother Ketevan and Sheldon Cooper and all your friends, far, far away....
There's a Place.... (the Soviet Union! hahahaha....)
Anyway, I guess that that's the gist.... of what I wasn't even planning of saying in the beginning, you know.
Anyway, I never said that I thought it was the best or anything or totally *unmistakable* or anything-- but, who cares.
I think it's solid decent and enjoyable.... and, to be honest, that's also my opinion about Led Zeppelin, if you want to know the truth.
If that makes you feel better.
If you know what I mean.
.............
I mean-- the Turtles, exactly. What, the Turtles *did* do good in the charts? *laughing* But they're not.... they're not popular! I mean, they, made a couple of songs that everybody liked, but.... *laughing*....
But nobody remembers them! Nobody up and says, so, About the Turtles. People would look at you like you'd lost your mind....
But, my dad, right, who wants me to come see The Beach Boys with him-- shit, I didn't know that Mr Bennet liked the Beach Boys.... wow.... (Mr Collins-Bennet, lol.... hahaha.... *laughing*....)
So, I played a couple of Beach Boys songs while he bickered with his new woman, (*proud* Oh-- the Beach Boys! *I know them*....), and then I guess (after I made a point, without making a point of it, of writing out all of the words of "Wouldn't It Be Nice", even I had to pause it and replay it several times.... while they bickered, about the Papal elections that Protestants hold in their villages-- no, not even "that much", just to have something to say, they'd go at it), I spent most of the afternoon playing Beatles music, since I guess that he likes it too, lol.... and, a few hours in, I played the lead song of The White Album, to have a little fun baiting him, although about a minute or two of that was enough to satiate me, I didn't go on *all afternoon* about the snow-peaked mountains way down south, in the best Georgia, of all the Georgias.... {the one that's always on my mind....} lol.... Do you know what I mean?
But, yeah, and then I played "Happy Together", just because I wasn't *literally* going to play the entire work of the Beatles, so I went for the Turtles.... and dad immediately recognized it-- the Turtles! Because he clicks so well with it, you know.... even though he hasn't heard the song in about seventy years, and said so himself, and has spent the intervening years not so much with Gaia, but with that other guy-- what's his name. (Have you heard his name? No, I keep forgetting-- was it Shankar.... Ravi, Shankar. Was that it?) And the new lady (ironic, lol), wanted me to know all about it-- even though she literally only had the faintest idea who the Beatles were, because she spent the 60s literally more or less studying to be a nun-- my parents were the trashy druggies, unspeakably average, and now dad.... you know, he has the answers, right, *laughs*.... and mom's not quite as bad, but.... but I think she's also the reason why George Harrison went to India, and why John Lennon married Yono Oh-no.... Okay, this is how he would have explained it, if he weren't John, right, ("We both come from islands." Really, John? Really?), 'Well, we're both contrarians, at least-- and, hey, at least she's not....' Well, she wasn't. She couldn't remind him, at least. (Even though she reminds me, lol. I've known lots of Asians.... so, in a way, she does remind me.... LOL....) Anyway....
Toujours means I always will-- always will.
Yeah.
I mean, that's how it is with art, sometimes, right. Really, the Beatles should have this documentary-- this really good, very biographical one, and not the mafia movie director who drew an odd idea out the idea ball box, right.... They should have a couple of decent scholars behind it, very hairy men, you know-- most real scholars are very hairy men: *but they can't make them too important*, the basic narrator should be this very English girl with this very breath-y voice, you know.
Like Patti, you know. *laughing* Ah, you know that George *really* was a man of peace, since Eric Clapton still lives.... *laughing*....
So, that's what they deserve. And not just to make a million pounds, and get cornered in it, like they weigh a million pounds too.
But, yeah-- here's what art gets. The ex is like, Ah, yeah, I know.... Fans, you know. They know. *They know*.... A fan should know, right. Though she was born a long, long time ago-- a fan should know.... and then there's the man, he knows.... some damn thing, but he's so damn *lazy* about it, really, but, as long as He Knows, and he always does, no matter how ignorant he is.... and he always has some damn *fact* to latch onto.... and then there's the other girl-- and she did cook for us, because she's very traditional.... *so* traditional that she doesn't know about the Beach Boys or the Beatles.... no matter how *gentle* it is, some people won't take the ticket, you know.... And you *do* know, or else you don't, there's none of this crap, that people offer you.... No, but she doesn't have any idea-- no idea, at all.... but that doesn't mean, that she doesn't understand the whole Art thing, you know.... so, she spent about twelve hours cooking a simple meal, and I at least got to play some good music, while they bickered....
It was very funny, though-- he knew *exactly* who the Turtles were.... he just didn't *know*....
"Traditional", yeah-- it's just the traditional vices and hypocrisies, and not the traditional virtues and truths, and....
Like *Kitty and Lydia*-- oh no, I'm sorry, *Catherine* and Lydia-- or maybe that'd be Lady Catherine, to you? They want *officers*, right-- they want *class*, because that's the kind of girls that *they* are, right.... *rolls eyes*.... And, so, of course, they go after *Wickham*, who was *not* an officer of *any* kind-- he was just....
And, he *wasn't*, you know. He was a *fake*. Some people.... they be the fake.
I mean, the Georgia with the snow-peaked mountains was pretty traditional, I think, (Hertfordshire when they had to make their own hats, because there was no Macy's-- nobody dwells on that part of it, it's not important that the Thai girls didn't always stitch for us, nobody's interested in that!.... I know that Jane herself is, someone, but who else is?....), but, these "traditional" people-- the first time that a car drives through the dirt highways, they think that they don't have the same virtues and vices that the people of the paleolithic had.... and so they just get a little less virtue, and compound a couple of vices, and end up with something *really* nasty....
I mean-- don't they?
And this then, sir, was her reply.... to John Riley.... It's the *perfect* pattern, sometimes, at least-- the old song, and, sometimes, it is just quite good enough-- and that, too, is enough.
I always thought that the Turtles enjoyed a rather special place among the 60s bands, you know, as the cover band.... as *the* cover band.... (Doing good by Buddy Holly! And not like that scoundrel George Harrison, who probably never....)
And then-- there's James Taylor, the cover band who writes his own songs, all by himself.
{"Treasure these few words until we're.... Together.... Keep all my love.... forever.... P.S.: I love you...."
I thought that was a decent song, you know!}
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Oooh-- and is that a hidden track? It is-- there are really thirteen of them, not twelve.
He must have put in a few extra hours in Abbey Road, right?
Well, whatever-- Paul McCartney's still better.
"Tasting much sweeter than wine".
After all, you know what they say about modern music. We've gone from Chuck Berry to Common, from Paul McCartney, to James Taylor, hahahaha. (And what's his name.... Piano Man.... Billy Joel, hahaha....)
{Actually, I'm happy every time that there's a pianist or keyboardist, which is every time.... probably even for certain cowboy dances, lol.... from Cliff Carter to Thelonius Monk.... I'm counting pages from "Sleep, Baby, Sleep" to Chopin.... OH MY GOD I'M ALREADY THERE.... I'm The Old Polish Master.... I can go tour the Soviet Union like Billy Joel-- awesome! Awesome.}
Ahhhhh! One of the songs sucked! What are we gonna do! Ahhhhh! Let's go watch a movie!!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!
I mean, it was pretty good though. It's there.
............
And, you know-- "Hey Jude" is the greatest song ever. Not every song can be the greatest song ever. And it *had* to be the greatest song ever-- even better than "Hey Joe"-- because it was the first song for Apple.... (George Martin-- I don't need you! You're fired! Gene Clark, if you won't get on that plane.... David Crosby, if you won't *shut up*....
And so he said-- No, I'm John *Riley*-- you're thinking of John.... (John Drummer, John Glasses, John....)
Ah, people named "John". An endless source of name-based humor....)
Gaia....
See, that was an average good song.... LOL....
...........~
*looks up the lyrics* Oh, this really is funny.
"I remember Richard Nixon in '74
And the final scene at the White House door
And the staff lined up to say good-bye
(Tiny little tear in his shifty little eye)
He said, Nobody knows me
Nobody understands
These little people were good to me
Oh I'm gonna shake some hands....
*Oh, I've seen corn in Kansas*
And I've seen picket fences
*And certain cowboy dances*
I've gone lining up for shows
I've been safely placed in rows
Sure I know how it goes...."
That's so funny. *laughing*....
But....
Oh, I've seen corn in Kansas
And I've seen picket fences
And certain cowboy dances....
Not a bad thing to say.
Molotov: *thoughtful* Once I was in Kazakhstan, and I think that I did see.... certain cowboy dances.
Richard Nixon: *makes a face* Ah.... *Soviet* communist. *Not* my favorite kind.
Molotov: *opens his mouth to say something* *closes his mouth, shakes his head, like-- Nevermind*
Some men really are *truly* average, you know.
"But it's much too much emotion-- there are waves out on the ocean; they're gonna wear away the land...."
.... Like the king of the year. Who can be the king of the year. The one most like the others. ^^
It's funny. I think. ^^
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