This is going to be about giving credit where credit is due. Come Hell or high water. When we listen to songs, we're not only listening to what was created in that moment, or what came out at that time. We're listening to the history of music. And in truth, humankind. That's what Art does. It's a visual, oral, aural sensory interpretation of our centuries long journey into .... whatever we are heading towards. Wherever that goes. The Artist or the collective making such pieces, is telling the story that we all must go through. Being born. Living. Dying. In some minds, anything less than telling that story is not Art. That's what Oscar Wilde thought back in 1891. Now, I have said that the community by means of organisation of machinery will supply the useful things, and that the beautiful things will be made by the individual. This is not merely necessary, but it is the only possible way by which we can get either the one or the other. An individual who has to m
It's common knowledge I dig George Harrison. Apart from Ringo Starr, he's really the only Beatle I can stand. But this isn't about what I can't stand about others who aren't George. This is about why I dig him. There's a lot of reasons to do so. First and foremost, the man was no Saint. Nor did he pretend to be. As far as his philosophies and dogmas, they never truly bothered me. I mean in a way of saying, they never compelled me to rail against what he was presenting, nor feel he was preaching to me about what I should think or feel. I tend to believe his thoughts and feelings were earnest. For himself primarily, and for others should they feel the same. You didn't have to. You didn't even have to listen to the song(s). But never once did I feel his lyrical content was something that forced me to go to a church, or temple, or Pizza Hut to get salvation. I believe he was earnest. And genuine in his beliefs. He also had the balls to call Hallelujah an