Discussion in 'Fan Forum - Random Thoughts' started by Shana, Oct 19, 2017.
Don't use it as a weapon.
edit : I had the AHX gif there, but it makes me sick so I'm not going to leave it there for a dumb joke
But also your enthusiasm tho
I'm not going to be a big participant in this thread, but to get this all out there...
I don't like this show. I should, but the way it was handled lacked balance. I liked the premiere, and the first 2-3 seasons, for the most part.
But I find it a miserable show filled with unlikeable assholes. Much of that is the point. But as the show went on, it became a John Lennon Solo album.
Seinfeld = The Beatles. A handful of insanely talented voices coming together to make magic. They split up.... Paul = the last Seinfeld seasons, John = Curb. Ringo & George = Todd Margaret.
It's been gone too long and I'm so glad it's back.
Here the thing, most of any episode is like whatever but then there's one or two lines that just have me in tears. It's worth it when I'm only half paying attention.
Curb your enthusiasm destroys Seinfeld. I’d like to sweep this conversation under the rug.
Especially since you are putting George Harrison on the same level as fucking Ringo.
Curb is fucking amazing... Pretty, pretty, pretty good.
As about as good of a response as possible..
Don't get me wrong - I don't think Curb destroys Seinfeld. I think both are excellent.
I’m ok with that. As a matter of fact “destroys” is too harsh. I’m just not a huge Seinfeld fan...although there’s a certain comfort level when it’s on in the background.
I didn't feel like thinking of a fourth show.
And I have no problem putting George and Ringo on the same level, until Rubber Soul. I know that's a bit of a cop out, given the before and after. But fun fact : John, Paul, George Martin, and Geoff Emerick spent the better part of over four albums infuriated with George's inability to put a simple solo to tape without almost literal hand-holding.
Also, that fact comes from someone whose favorite Beatle is George.
George blossomed as a songwriter and artist later than John and Paul but still contributed heavily throughout their limited time together. Unlike Ringo.
I’m not sure “infuriated” is the right word there. Regardless, talent and career wise they aren’t comparable.
This is an odd thing to be discussing here, but I'm cool with it (this board isn't exactly setting the city on fire with activity.)
Obviously, Ringo wasn't on the same level, creativity-wise. But when it came to his role as a drummer, he is an equal. People knock Ringo because of his solo career, but he was a drummer with no vocal range, who made a career because he's an ex-Beatle.
You might be surprised, but that actually is a good word for it. For the first handful of albums, they were knocking the recording out so fast that George's stumbles made the studio thing money and time was being wasted, John was angry because his time was being wasted (and he didn't like recording sessions), and Paul knew he could do the same guitar work himself.
If you get into behind the scenes stuff, "Here There and Everywhere" by Geoff Emerick might be my favorite Beatles book ever.
I’ll chefk it out. I also know how tight they were and was thinking frustrated might be more accurate.
I'm okay with splitting the difference.
I am a violent Beatles perv. I've got the Help! art tattooed, have gone to multiple Beatlefests - where I entered an art submission*, and actually wore a shirt, for like two full years when I was 11-13, with a picture of the band that said "First Kids on the Block".
So I love reading behind the scenes stuff that gives me the good, bad, ugly, realistic, etc. But if you have any interest in music books, I am putting the full, violent force of my opinion behind this. I have read, not to brag (lol), nearly a hundred Beatles books. Depending on what you're looking for, there's a dozen recommendations. But Emerick's book was such a wonderful balance of letting you still live some myths, and cutting through the bullshit.
*It was an awful drawing of the Let It Be cover. I was awarded second place, which got me a few decent prizes. A couple weeks later, the event organizers sent me a letter to inform me that I was mistakenly awarded second place, where I actually had not won any prizes at all. They asked me to return the prizes so they could send them to the actual second place winner. I didn't.
Marty Funkhouser fucking died.