HIGHLIGHTER GLARES AND TRIPPED-OUT SPLIT IMAGES OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE, ‘BEATLE’
Another brilliant piece by ERIC LASTICK
Being a Beatle from all the trails…the runs of development of style…the beat…the coffee houses, Jazz clubs…the night spots along the French cafes…The jingling of jewels of the Hierarchy of English tone…and tarnished souls…They, the Beatles, British Liverpoolian pop sensations were and are, just what we all had been waiting for…whether subconsciously or abruptly, ”There they came” Board the plane clear over the pond.
(PRIOR)
The early 1960s in America. A stagnation of culture and of teen idols…and the after effects of the loss of Buddy Holly to it’s Rock ‘n’ roll culture as a whole. Buddy’s plane, in metaphor…drove us completely off the skids…and a separation of the youth movement–drawing forward, yet killed that very day along with the tragic loss of the Big Bopper…and Richie Valens! Then the explosion—and what was essentially needed; ”Meet the Beatles” Fresh off the presses..and Shea Stadium. They maximized and culturized the whole rock genre like never before…and never again! The Rolling Stones also had the magic…but with it came a dark side that which never quite energizes—like the power of love! These Beatles set in fashion…& it’s timing that was extraordinary…leading to the likes and genius of Brain Wilson of the Beach Boys. He quested forward motioned…attempting in futility to a level of masterful song-smith to these levels, though close, with the fantastic Pet Sounds LP. Yet these magical power of the Beates album ”Rubber Soul”. Songs that blend one to one another—with such eloquence…style and mastery. Making each musical group of that era try and better themselves, as rightly grade (A) lyrics they did! The Beatles were the mainstay fortified, in the Kingdom of the rock genre as a whole. Nothing short of trend setting wizardry! Our hell hound ride of our existences…though they made it smoother, in all the abominations and cruelties of that day. They opened our mind. Woke our brains.They taught us love, removes of hate.Their early breakup on ”The White Album” using other session players…cutting songs, individually. A Time piece read…68′ The hellish fortuitous of a false guru…the death of their manager…the shame of a nation in the Americas…and that of war…the glorious buck. Criminal be of the works…mess held high thee industrial. Yet a culture saved by four creative Englishmen …rightful and a day…a time and place of the 60’s. Their is this walk of fame, so clear cut…so real, but greater than the Abby Rd’s…Swan song teachings. The panache…and rightful between the ears of what brought the 1970’s…Timescales of our earth like a beacon…substantial to culture…the political stew, love beads…and free love. So, as i make my way to ”The Time Capsule” which will go on forever. Always the place of the prize…and the prize is all of us!
TO WHOM WALK THE ABBEY ROAD: O’l flattop bare the blacktop–smooth. Heaven help ”The Hippie Trace and Tramps” though all those garden parties; and in such English ways…days of that famous walk. Struts and movements, mysteries and mastery of the Abby Road. Grand Guru…rock n roll pilot, Angelic white…John Lennon—-lead the fab four walk in unison.Spoken in verses, tongues…& passage points—too the Tibetan book of the dead. Float down streams—this is not dieing. Ringo undertakes and wakes all the fools on the hill. Reversible ”Paul” (*plural) One and one and one, makes three…Luminous and free, be it, Paul; as to all the songs…and sights of everyone, as one. Friends, family—see as three? Beatle owners of the flower power. ”All you need is love” George takes the shovel with all the conspiracies…& their gloom. Listening to the back reads of vinyl…A diggers guide to you and to me…as George makes the final round-edges of spade, too the depths of the ground. Sergeant Pepper photo shoots of that of Lions…and cardboard cultural icons—looking back down on us all. The ironic next selection on the juke box plays:”I’m so glad…I’m glad, I’m glad…as it’s redundancy…and so went the sixties; with riddles and puzzles that fed ”the Swans!’ A final send off with ”The Beatles” No doubt a very strange and intelligent period, in and out of time.
AS SO GO WITH THE FINAL WALK ALONG THE ABBY ROAD LINE: Bare witness—our world which will never experience quite like this again. And by the way, “Paul lives!”
(POST BEATLES) HARRISON’S MUCH FOUNDED JOURNEY OF TRUE HOME…PAUL TRUES UP A NEW SOUND BOOK…JOHN LENNON ONE FINAL BINGE WEEKEND WITH OLD BUDDY, HARRY NEILSSON…AND MAY PANG CARE PACKAGE FROM YOKO ONO…AS RINGO TAKES A PHOTOGRAPH…
GEORGE HARRISON
George tows the misty and mighty sea-winds of a Northern song…and one final taste of apple struttles family delights…sciffles mightily, his dance thrust—-pasts of ”The Green Meanies” of Mr. Starboard’s Starkey Yellow submarine…while Patty Boyd became ”Layla” of a tight knit friend Eric…his dreamboat and overnight sensation! And to the good book of East Indian Krishna themes and paisley costumed sitar on a star. A lineup in which George in his Sonata and skill set, runneth over the dark horse and it’s wallows…and right back to the free and firth of those dimensional pulls, as this race horse road straight——- in!!!! With or without you.
The salt of tear, the race and winning ticket …match point to the free…as it is not how many pedals, truism or growth per-say, in reaching the best dressed East Indian large—Krishna… setting of sitar gatherers…& of robed enlightens…A psychedelic rounded smooth of touching it’s rightful place…hand held star…as all goes with or without you. All things must pass.
PAUL MCCARTNEY
(A PAUL SONGBOOK TOWARDS THE BETTERMENT OF THE ESTRANGED OF ”THE BEATLE”
Highlighter Scotland air…Paul McCartney…layaway of his own animal farm of love…Wildlife of his very best backyard—pick me up a warm ”Ram” Tighty bull rover– along path… and of Eastman Kodak ways. An actual divorce of the biggest rock band ever! Paul, in multifaceted drum solo of the post Beatles, his roar to the Wings of new heights. Not of a 2nd coming of a British Invasion…but a much more Americanized voice and commercially appealing sound. The better rides… and it’s drop off points of heavy amplifiers …The Wisconsin gymnasium floors…acoustic walls and high ceilings…the vertical leaps as if a cliffhanger of holds of Universities and bus rides…bus loads of fun. No love lost of the courtrooms and burning bush, until the next town— gone off all ”the Klaatu rumors”. Beatles sessions in Canadian clues? Circumvented be of the air. thos in the know.
Paul McCartney finding his new niche…and band on the run. Might they come to your town…need be a high school or University swing session. But Paul is no fool on the hill. Bus loads of sound-stage…Denny Lane and Paul’s wife Linda’, Their whole heared dream takes to the American back roads…Homeward’ is a way to the 1970’s new landscapes of higher octaves…and who’s that knock-in on the door? Open and let him in. Let him in.
JOHN LENNON
(THE LOST WEEKEND ON THE LA CIRCUIT WITH HIS BUDDY HARRY NILLSSON)
Nillssson Smillson…open ended go the frills of one’s shortened life, yet so skilled and produced in the eve of the precious pieces of exceptional vocals—which moves—startles of octave wonders in all of the lite brigades…as evening fall too the final sleep…rubs and reunion plagues—in the end and it’s cold of life.Yet what a balance of gifted placements, the silver of the Beatle-ware. Lov of an individual, as Harry and John hang around the LA Circuit and bars,as 2 starboard Clowns—– courted and ‘nurse maid by a Ms May Pang …All going off their rockers; and rollicking by nature of John Lennon and Harry Nillsson…under Yoko’s blessings. 1974 lead to it’s total obscurity …late night undertows —with all the bells and whistles…and torrid twists and dances of May Pang; and one last ditch party of bachelorhood for two restless talents. The chants and drunken self fulfilled riches…luxury luscious corners…the Poole and billiard swings. Punches never pulled. Aim low and dirty, the swingers clubs…the back corner bars. The loud crowd and voices…virtually no one seemed to care…until the very next stunted and shortened swings of fists aimed wrongly…to the overnight cell or padded walls. Depended on one’s point of view.
FIND’S OF MR. ELTON, THE NY STAGE TOO HEIGHTS HIGHER OF THOSE MID LIFE KEYS
The midnight winds, smoke outs and reefers. The Times reviews. See of the stage. Harry Nillsson so welcomed by his old Beatle mates…cookbook languages and linguistics of ”Lime in the coconut” Industry built of rocket-man, woman gone so wild; though heart sunken, heart hereditary short circle of Harry’s rock n roll dream. ”What ever gets you through the night” Sings and duet of Elton and John Lennon, that is—while Harry on the drunken path of heart wines. Avenues are helliacious to those closed off skids. Hang over a beaten path. Yet still, the fun Harry and John had. Ms Pang too. 1974 of flash backs of high billboard wisdom’s. The set…thee beat scene. The ambitions of the party while the night is young. One last time. The best hurrah’s before the big sleep. ”Old Harry, they should name a street or avenue after ya’ boy.The better part of the LA swing surf is a joy but soon runs thin, in the burnout…and falls of the ebb and flow of tides; as now it is time to go back to the Dakota…and get your girl Yoko back in your good graces…as pal Harry slips int next weeks singer sensation…prolong…as best he can…and as long as it will take him.
RINGO TAKES A PHOTOGRAPH
Heart-wrenching is the frozen scenes of time. Golden haired, then…plenty the world of it’s sights and sees. Now a photograph—clear out of time. Whistle blow the fog engine…and all of one’s mind. The conductor in the moment…in the clear. The tracks of ex rows of happiness, holidays bring a bow…a lone set of eyes. These photographs…photo scene like double.”Split images out of the rain”. A pained place in a cold seer room, alone. What’s left is like a theft…a handcuff of watching yesterday’s news. Today how do thee suffer…although the ”Rings” …and all the Beatles which seem to gleam in and out these heated crawled storage’s…have place. They have time to understand…seeing outside the opaques…new glory. A love and fill of my heart to whole. The crescendo builds me a proper…a good memory home. I will go there through the old town-blues…hills and hollers answer like a straw hat driven traveler. A nutshell to open new dreams. New days lie ahead. Home with thanks…giving of one self, this day. I have my photograph. Set in my wallet so neat and so clean. One day soon our hand and arms to touch of a better world…a better place. This photograph live in the young.
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