The Beatles; Tomorrow Never Knows (the album 2012), part of The Beatles Past Masters catalog, was released on itunes on July 24th, and gets you 14 Fab Four songs (that span their entire career) for just 8 dollars. I snatched it up shortly after it was available, and have been spinning it 24/7 ever since then. I’m solid (gold) with the song choices and especially the tune sequencing; in short I can groove with the entire packaging, which is a well-balanced snapshot into their sterling careers.
I do a lot of writing for the internet, so I need constant background music, which will provide a mirthful muse for my ambling, rambling pipings, forged under multiple circumstances of serendipity and chance prescription, for the motion of salient news’ tide, and the direction of winds (whether they be social, political, or cultural). This is why I’m so keen on the sequencing of Tomorrow Never Knows, which seems to inform my every word, as if the Foursome are talking in my ear, telling me what to write.
“Everybody had a hard year, everybody let their hair down, everybody had a wet dream.” The lyrics of every song are still relevant to the news I’m attempting to cover. I haven’t heard some of these songs in years, since they were singles originally. Revolution and I’m Down are the two I’m thinking of. I’m Down was the B side to Help! Yesterday we celebrated the 47th anniversary of the Shea Stadium show, where John goes batty, sliding his hands up and down the electric piano on I’m Down.
I need Paperback Writer to inspire me to be a successful popular writer. You can make a lot of money in this industry, if you know what your doing. People like to pick up paperbacks when they’re at sundry airports of the world, and these writers (you may fill in the blanks here as you please: Nora Roberts, Clyde Cussler, Stephen King, or Jacqueline Susann) make tons of royalties off these sales. This song’s harmony arrangements is nothing short of perfection.
I’ve been listening to it for nearly half a century, and it still inspires me, to cuddle up to my keyboard and peck out some pithy pronouncements of persuasive perspiration. I don’t want to give up too easily and Paperback Writer provides me with the spirit to keep kicking out the wordsmith buckshot, fodder for jet-laggers stuck at the wrong airport terminal, with their luggage accidently transferred to Seattle! And Your Bird Can Sing is my favorite Beatles song, period!
Lyrics are hard to penetrate, but John is the unapproachable artist who defies tangibilities or material wealth, which are illusions. Sacred Art or Spirituality is the key, not material possessions; this is the message that pipes through to me. George’s guitar lick is one of the most powerful and lyrical ever, and is the glue that seals John’s majestic and mystical message together, down to the final chord.
Tomorrow Never Knows is one of Ringo’s malapropisms, swirling in eastern sibyllinean chants, against wailing Tibetan monks and undulating, cascading, kaleidoscopic backwards tapes, that tell you how to live your life, free of hatred, focused only on your being, where time is meaningless. No beginning, no end, just existence, which must be God. 8 bucks for God, not bad!
The Beatles – Revolution (1968) – YouTube
