I was thinking about the beatles today. I generally avoid talking about them. I'm not what you'd call a fan. Nothing against them, they're just not my bag. Agrufulis just entered the sinister phase 2 of SQUIRM Laboratories... I never noticed labor in that word, which is strange, because I'm always subdividing words into 2s and 3s, based on what I've heard. Anywho, He was talking about assembling a choral singalong, which I thought would be fun to do Queen ad infinitum overdub-style with his new mastering software . The random musing about Agru and I having a hippy hootenanny with ourselves collided with a half-remembered daydream about having all of my friends doing a covers album for me to take to Europe... THE Europe. What song would be so much fun with which to have a singalong?
For the longest time in my musical development, I was really held up with a reactionary dissent to POP. A whole-hearted immersion in classact Jazz, like MonkMingusMiles, went along with them on into the 70s (will someone turn the tamboura down, please?). To get it out and prove to myself that I knew where it was at, I tore my earswithyears of Derek Bailey, Anthony Braxton, Albert Ayler, Coltrane Quartet with Pharoah, Sun Ra, Cecil Taylor (Long after Buell Niedlinger and the AMAZINGly forward stuff from the 50s. Do yourself a favor.) coming out on stage replete with his new age wizened dreadlok sunglasses inside at night I'm just gonna scream at my piano Improvisational Dance Naughtynaughtykitty who's-a whatzitbizness... From the right angle with the right lighting, I can still dig lots of that stuff, but then I really started digging on Tom Waits, and so much of his stuff is broadway. The strings on his first albums are sappysometimes. That doesn't mean that I don't sing along and go all weak in the knees like a 13 year old girl at a... well, Beatles concert.
I think Maybe I'm Amazed by Wings would be fun to sing. Fuck the Beatles.