tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142627.post-75327332001-11-30T08:29:00.000-08:002001-11-30T08:29:17.986-08:00<b>Here Comes The Sun</b> <br /> <br />George Harrison died last night. As if you didn't know. I almost didn't come in to work today, feeling like I should just sit at home and spin my folks old Beatles Albums in memorium. George wasn't my favorite (I'm a secret Paul fan, I know it's not chique, but John was a bit morose for my taste, and Ringo--well, consider it a tribute to the others that anyone likes the Beatles after Octopus's Garden) but he was one of the lads, and without his influence the Beatles would have been 100% scitar-free (debate the merits of that). But here I am at work, sans Beatles albums, thinking I'm going to have to spend the afternoon listening to "She Said" (Track 18 on a mix CD I brought into the office) over and over again, and looking out at the bleak downtown KC skyline, and wondering how four guys could write songs that can sum up how you feel at any given moment, at different times in your life. No small accomplishment. I write Shitty Puppet Shows. <br /> <br />ciaoNednoreply@blogger.com