Lord Reith wrote: ↑Thu Nov 02, 2023 9:06 pm
To me the whole point of the song is that it is a way for the Beatles to say farewell to each other, and it is a triumph over the dickhead who took John away from us. It's also a way for The Beatles to say thanks to all their fans. It's more than a song, it's a celebration of family and that includes not just the four Beatles but all the rest of us too. I can understand some people not wanting to be part of it, but there you go.
Well, this is the most beautiful statement I have read about this song and I thought it was your own feelings about this song until I saw the videos.
I like the start with the K7, John is not there, they are not faking - the is is the harsh and cruel reality : they are recording over a K7 demo; there is are some great video footage from the Threetles original sessions (it looks like it's really the Now And Then footage since George plays some rhythm guitar here); then, like
Stevie Riks [/b]funny impersonation I used to watch on youtube like almost 15 years now - perhaps even more (time has passed so quickly)
This is a great counterbalance with the "cruel but fair" start of the song; like the funny multi-appearance Paul used to do so well and so funny in his video-clip "
Coming Up" comes to my mind.
I think that what they have done here is great - it's like if the Beatles have their own avatar and own "virtual" or dream life.
And then like the end of A Day In The Life (but it works great with M.Giles clever arrangement for the strings and orchestra) all of this kind of vanish into a vortex.
Sob.
The best Xmas song is probably Harry Nilsson "Snow" outtake from his "Nilsson Sings Newman" album- it's kind of strange how the lyrics can match with the "Now And The Feeling" (too bad that Randy never sung this song) (1970 IMHO one of the best album of covers ever, along with Laura Nyro's "It's Gonna Take A Miracle) - and Nilsson planned initially do to a whole album covers of songs by Laura Nyro).
And like the end of Nicolas Roeg's "Walkabout"; A.E.Housman poem :
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
well, each time you play a Beatles record, it comes again.