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Why Did The Beatles Cross The Road?

A great Throwback Thursday edition…

Last night, August 7, I was sitting in a music studio during my daughter’s piano lesson.

While the teacher went over all the scales, notes, rests, measures, and other musical jargon with my daughter, I began to focus on the huge “Abbey Road” poster hanging above the piano.  Of course I’ve seen the image before.  It’s obviously iconic.  I’ve even noticed the poster in the studio before.  But tonight I really noticed it.

I vaguely recalled hearing stories about Paul.  And wasn’t he barefoot?  From where I sat it looked like he probably was.  Or were those just light colored shoes?  Maybe I was just bored with listening to the lesson but I let my mind wander even more.

Why were they walking in the order they were?  Did Ringo really want to walk behind John?  Wasn’t Paul concerned with possibly stepping on the backs of Ringo’s shoes with his bare feet?  Did the photographer call out John for walking too fast and having to make the others hurry to catch up?  Why were they wearing the clothes they were wearing?  Whose decision was it to have them walk across the street?  Had they each made their own decision on what to wear or was it a managerial decision? Other than the Abbey Road studio being on the same street, why this street?  Why a street at all?  Who owned the VW?  What was each one thinking as they crossed the street?  In scrutinizing the photo from where I was sitting, they didn’t look very happy.  Then again, I knew “Abbey Road” was recorded near the end. So maybe that was it.

When I arrived home like any curious bugger would, I jumped online and found an article written in 2016 about the story behind the album’s artwork.  Ironically, the photo for “Abbey Road” was one of six shot by photographer Lain Macmillan at 10 in the morning on August 8, 1969.  Fifty years ago this very day.

I read on about how traffic had been stopped for ten minutes while this photographer stood on a stepladder to get shots.  Of course I’d heard the stories about Paul being “dead” and many had a theory that the Paul in the photo really wasn’t Paul.  There’s a VW allegedly depicting a license plate that read “28IF” indicating to some theorists that Paul would have been 28 “if he lived” (but who can read the plate?).  Interesting but kind of far-fetched.  Also many believe that the members are wearing the clothes they are wearing as a representation of Paul being “dead”:  John is in white representing Jesus, Ringo, in black, is the undertaker, Paul is barefoot and allegedly walking with his eyes closed (who can tell?) because he’s “dead”.  He’s also holding a cigarette in his right hand, although he is left-handed.  But who holds a cigarette in their hand at all if they’re dead?  Finally, George is all in denim because he’s the gravedigger.  It’s an interesting theory and it very well may have been the band’s way at playing one final game with their fans before their split.  But even Paul has dismissed it.  Or was it really Paul?

Anyway, here we are on August 8, 2019 to celebrate fifty years of one of the most iconic album covers of our time.  May it still intrigue music lovers fifty years from now and leave them wondering as much as it has made me wonder.

 

 

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The Good and The Bad

Have you ever wondered what would happen if one day shithole Trump actually did something good or nice for the country?  Like say, demand gun reform?

I can tell you what would happen.

His flock would have a fit and the rest of us wouldn’t believe him anyway because he’s such a liar.

SHITHOLE has himself so fucked he doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.  And he did it to himself.

He could’ve been on the straight and narrow, “the good” side, the “right side” from the beginning.  But he wasn’t.  He wasn’t even on the “good side” before the beginning.  He’s never been on the “good” or “right” side.  He’s always been on the bad side.  The wrong side.  And he doesn’t care.

Even if SHITHOLE was visited by three ghosts and decided to change his ways it’s too late.  He’s already destroyed what was once great.

 

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Cockiness

You think you know who you are but you don’t. You probably did 30 years ago but now you have no clue who you are other than your name.

You don’t know what you do because if you DID, you would actually DO it instead of wasting your time doing foolish shit on social media sites (like looking at porn). You have NO CLUE who you do it for, other than YOURSELF. If you even had an INKLING as to WHO you do anything for you’d treat those that feed you with more respect, instead of just acting like they are another twenty bucks for you.

Once again, you have no IDEA what anyone wants from you. You are a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Finally, since you have no IDEA who you do WHAT for, you wouldn’t know how it changes anyone if it came up and bit you on the ass. And no, you are NOT in the 20%. More like the negative 20% who don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself, you don’t get it, will never get it and you are too cocky and arrogant to EVER get it!

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Compensated

It’s wonderful that the September 11th Victim Compensation Fund was finally passed by Congress, setting compensation for all injured from this terrorist act until 2090.

What’s shameful is all the bullshit and pleading needed to get this done when it should never had been a question in the first place.  It should never have had to come down to the actions of any surviving first responders, former television show hosts or New York City police detectives living out their last days to get this done.  It just should have been done.  Period.  And it should have been unanimous, not have a positive Senate vote of 97 with two bastards voting against it.

People talk about so-and-so being “un-American”.  You want to know who the real un-Americans are?  Rand Paul and Mike Lee.  They’re not even worthy to be called “senators”.

 

 

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Inspiring A World Of Kindness

The trailer for “A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood” was released yesterday and why has it hit me in the emotional gut like a ton of bricks?  Because I’ve never cried over a movie trailer before.

Maybe it’s because the movie revolves around Fred Rogers, the beloved host of the long-running PBS children’s show “Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood”.  Or maybe it’s because the movie is about a skeptic who ends up seeing things more clearly as a result of his time spent interviewing Mr. Rogers?  Or maybe it’s because my favorite actor Tom Hanks stars in the movie as Mr. Rogers and absolutely nails it?  Maybe it’s all three and more.  I don’t know.  All I know is that I can’t get enough of the trailer and I have never anticipated a movie so much in my life.

The next four months are going to seem like an eternity!