a disturbingly accurate predictive (!) chart by the genius jonathan richman in boston’s vibrations magazine, september 1967


a disturbingly accurate predictive (!) chart by the genius jonathan richman in boston’s vibrations magazine, september 1967
#941: the beatles (and billy preston) - dig it (1969)
in this rare* and intriguingly spanish-subtitled footage from the let it be sessions, billy preston smiles like he’s chugged liquid gold on the surface of the sun. lo entiendes?
*or maybe not so rare, according to the comment below from, i think, my genius cousin andy
astounding that i’d never heard let it be the way god intended it, with his highness phil spector’s original production intact, until today. it is like being bar mitzvahed a second time.
#925: gal costa - baby (1969)
caetano veloso’s baby is the simplest of all the baby-based love songs, and gal costa’s version beats out the ronettes’ baby, i love you, the beatles’ baby’s in black, the louvin brothers’ my baby’s gone, joanna newsom’s baby birch, lefty frizzell’s my baby’s just like money, roy orbison’s dream baby, the ronettes’ be my baby, bob dylan’s it’s all over now baby blue, and, by just a hair, both aretha franklin’s (sweet sweet baby) since you’ve been gone and baby i love you for history’s best titularly infantile love song, in that exact order.
#911: the beatles - let it be (1970)
in the second section of steve albini’s very famous and very good—and, very sweetly, available to us all for free—1994 baffler essay “the problem with music,” mr. albini interrupts an otherwise unadulterated stream of snarl to say something sort of indirectly positive about paul mccartney. mccartney! i was scratching my head thinking about why he didn’t at least pick george or ringo when i realized that mr. albini could not only hear my head scratches out in chicago but was scoffing at the sound of my fingernails. their stupid echo and wirewound attenuation! so i stopped, but it was too late: he’d already come up with a great joke about the scratching’s consonance, pitch change, overbias and reference fluxivity that managed to also mock sonic youth’s lee ronaldo. steve albini writes like hellfire and i pity the poor saps who’ve crossed him. his essay includes the only known public insult at the expense of sweet old jerry harrison, and yet it’s superb. go read it, and go reserve a copy of the brand new baffler.
#806: tony joe white - poke salad annie (1969)
the beach boys’ vegetables is a better and sweeter song, and it has paul mccartney chewing celery in the background, but as far as highly vulgar late-60s vegan-approvable rock songs go, poke salad annie gets extra points for crossing a certain invisible line of innuendo. it’s hard to put your finger on, but elvis presley said it well when he offered, “everybody calls it poke salad. and that’s poke! salad! poke! hut, two, three, four, hut, hut, two, three, four, hut, hut, two, three, four, yeah, ang, ang, ang, mom, mom, pop, pop, huh, huh, huh, bop, two, three, four, hut, hut, hut, two, three, four.” wonderful.
#767: the beatles - baby’s in black (1966, live in munich)
middle-to-late march and very early april are just like beatles for sale: not as lovely as what comes later, but lovely just the same. and both are good in germany.
#694: the beatles - maxwell’s silver hammer (1970, let it be)
when i die i’d like to come back as the guy who got to play the mallet on maxwell’s silver hammer, which, incidentally, observer editor tom acitelli asked very earnestly today if i was named after. i wasn’t, although it then came to light that for a long time tom believed he was named after tommy james and the shondells, because his seven older siblings told him so, though eventually he found out he was named for his great uncle). in any case, as far as the mallet player goes, he was longtime beatles associate mal evans, who didn’t have the hottest post-band life, but we all pay prices.
if the beatles-on-itunes news doesn’t excite you—because, like all normal people, you already own the twelve beatles studio albums, plus magical mystery tour, plus maybe one of those anthology sets, and on top of that you’ve seen a hard day’s night and help! and magical mystery tour and yellow submarine, although maybe not michael lindsay-hogg’s strange 1970 documentary let it be—the obvious solution is to watch let it be. how else will you know exactly what yoko ono looked like when giggling at john’s joke about the queen saying no to pot-smoking f.b.i. members? it’ll be the best 81 minutes you spend online all day: click on the following for pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, and pt. 9. and then if you’re done with all those but unhappy, which is unlikely, you can go look at the exceptionally colorful, boozy and opiate-coated music videos that mr. lindsay-hogg directed for the beatles and stones.
#659: paul mccartney - off the ground (1993)
ok listen i really hesitate to air personal laundry here, but i just want to say it is absolutely offensive that katiebakes is spreading such despicable lies about this website and the veracity of its scheduling commitments. “contrary to the mission statement of his blog, max is posting 80’s content on a thursday,” she just wrote, referring to the gem of a 1987 george harrison video that i posted at exactly 10pm last night, which means it wasn’t today but yesterday—sept. 22, a wednesday, the right day for 80s videos. and on top of that? katie’s reblog excised the list i wrote, which was clearly close to my heart. so basically, you guys, shots fired.
only joking. anyone who has ever spent even like six minutes on the internet in new york city knows that katiebakes can do absolutely no wrong. being with her (and i was with her last night, and as i biked home i thought of the beatles post) is like being in paul mccartney’s off the ground music video. it’s very weird though that sir maccartney’s flying effects were designed by industrial light & magic, which you wouldn’t have guessed because they look like they were put together using a mac newton, some string, a wad of linda’s gum, and a pound of expensive marijuana. great song, though. with great hand claps!
in conclusion, katiebakes is the best, and this thursday 90s video goes out to her. but if she says one more falsehood about this site it’s absolutely over between us.
#658: george harrison - got my mind set on you (1987)
ten steps of really loving the beatles, outside of loving actual beatles songs:
10. realizing that ringo starr is heroic, and understanding, deeply, why
9. feeling sad about brian epstein’s suicide
8. appreciating the beatles for sale album cover
7. falling in love with paul mccartney’s ram, and then ringo starr’s ringo
6. and then george harrison’s all things must pass, but also the got my mind set on you video (above)
5. and finally john lennon’s plastic ono band and imagine
4. having opinions about phil spector’s production of imagine, let it be, and especially all things must pass
3. george martin’s production of america being a really strong sore point
2. crying to harry nilsson, the beatles’ favorite singer (rightly)
1. realizing that a day in the life is the beatles’ crowning achievement (even rolling stone sometimes gets it right), and that, if you think about it, it’s crazy that it comes after sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band (reprise) on sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band, and that even though john and paul clearly just take different sections of the song, and obviously hate each other, that together the halves are perfect, and that the hatred is conquered by the love, and that that is what makes the beatles the beatles.
how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall: beatles manager brian epstein with seats torn up during a chuck berry concert, february 1967
#653: the beatles - ‘till there was you (royal variety performance, 1963)
serenading queen elizabeth ii with the music man, because she deserves it.
i’m working on an encyclopedia of ringo starr’s facial expressions.
the toast above provides the first entry (this is second, this comes third), and i’ll send a signed galley to you in exchange for a mint copy of the single that featured this classic triangular half-grin, plus ‘till there was you and crying, waiting, hoping.
ringo keeps his umbrella white, his turtleneck black, and his spectacles blue