It's exceedingly difficult to write about The Beatles at this point -- but of course you've done it perfectly. At the level of the sentence, your prose is miraculous, and it just gets better as it builds into paragraphs and essays. I was a John guy as an adolescent in the early '80s (wore the round glasses and everything), but have since come to relate most closely to Paul...
“ more snarly and unsentimental and ‘70s, less compromised by the hype machine.” Dr. D., are you calling the 70s more real than the 60s? Even if the 60s dream of making the world better foundered in the burnt out, hungover 70s, when corporate capitalism secured its grip for the next 50 and counting years, according to Jung the psychic reality is the only reality. Couldn’t the dream still make a comeback, Cinderella story, kid came out of nowhere and astonished the world?
The Atlantic had what I think was supposed to be a negative review of "Get Back" by James Parker (https://tinyurl.com/2p8cujmj). While a bit down the nose, I think he did a decent job of capturing the film which was, at times, indeed a leeetle bit morose. But so much more than that, too.
He's got this great line early on: "...viridescent splodges and blooms of moody fuchsia, as if they’re trapped at the end of a rainbow.” That’s just such a good, chilling line and really captures that uniquely lonely, psychedelic (in that everything was turned up to 11) prison the Beatles seemed to find themselves in around January 1969.
But, dammit, if you have to study monkeys - and apparently we do - these four primates were by far the most interesting, most talented, and often times, most funny monkeys around to cage and stare at.
It's exceedingly difficult to write about The Beatles at this point -- but of course you've done it perfectly. At the level of the sentence, your prose is miraculous, and it just gets better as it builds into paragraphs and essays. I was a John guy as an adolescent in the early '80s (wore the round glasses and everything), but have since come to relate most closely to Paul...
“ more snarly and unsentimental and ‘70s, less compromised by the hype machine.” Dr. D., are you calling the 70s more real than the 60s? Even if the 60s dream of making the world better foundered in the burnt out, hungover 70s, when corporate capitalism secured its grip for the next 50 and counting years, according to Jung the psychic reality is the only reality. Couldn’t the dream still make a comeback, Cinderella story, kid came out of nowhere and astonished the world?
The Atlantic had what I think was supposed to be a negative review of "Get Back" by James Parker (https://tinyurl.com/2p8cujmj). While a bit down the nose, I think he did a decent job of capturing the film which was, at times, indeed a leeetle bit morose. But so much more than that, too.
He's got this great line early on: "...viridescent splodges and blooms of moody fuchsia, as if they’re trapped at the end of a rainbow.” That’s just such a good, chilling line and really captures that uniquely lonely, psychedelic (in that everything was turned up to 11) prison the Beatles seemed to find themselves in around January 1969.
But, dammit, if you have to study monkeys - and apparently we do - these four primates were by far the most interesting, most talented, and often times, most funny monkeys around to cage and stare at.
Another great piece, Erik. Glad to see it!!!