i've never been much of a beatles fan, it's true. i had always chosen the who or led zeppelin over john, paul, george and ringo. there are still some times i would choose robert plant over a fruity mccartney number. i never understood why people loved john lennon so fiercely-- i always thought he was a bit of a pretentious dick and a perma-fry. george? who the fuck was george harrison? and ringo?! no one cares about ringo! i think he was on a television show in my youth as some hack ass mini train conductor that came out of a painting on the wall.
kids of the 90s... no wonder we all need ritalin and therapy. our childhoods were fucked if this is the kind of programming we got.
i digress.
but seriously, these past two days it's like i've discovered sex in the way that i'm thrilled to pieces with the beatles. something's wrong-- first i'm having a shit fit over the kanye album (i don't/didn't do rap... my how things change), then i'm having (ear)gasmic experiences with the complete beatles discography.
i like the white album FYI, however rubber soul is quickly tramping down that love. revolver, help! and abbey road follow in that order quickly after.
though i still hate octopus' garden. i've always hated that song. even as a kid, driving across the continental united states in my grand parents rv or my parents immigrant/child rapist van, listening to sebastian the crustatian (crustatean? who the fuck cares) cover 'in an octopuses garden under the sea' in his lolling jamaican accent (which to the day i still believe is fake).
i just had to share my
but seriously... if this discography had a dick... i wouldn't be walking right. just sayin'
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