Thursday, November 25, 2004

Take A Load Off Fanny

Well, Thanksgiving's over and oh what a relief it is.

"After they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to end your career.
When you can't really function, you're so full of fear."

The above lines from John Lennon's "Working Class Hero." With one tweak by yours truly.

Yes, T.G. is finally over. Kaput. Fini'. Which will give me more time to do something constructive, like finishing Rolling Stone's "500 Greatest Hits of all Time."

While perusing the pages tonite, I learned the 1960's had the most hits, with the 70's taking second place.

Duh! Really?

There was an interesting sidebar from Ozzy Osbourne. He listed his top ten fav tunes. Believe it or not, 5 of them were by....

Did you guess the Fab 4?

"Yesterday" ( original title was "Scrambled Eggs" )
"Hey Jude" ( "hands down one of the greatest songs of all time" Ozzy crooned )
"Imagine" ( okay so maybe it wasn't a joint effort ( pun uintended ) )
"Live and Let Die" ( deja-vu )
"A Day in the Life"

I now share a new fondness for Ozzy!

Back to the article:

The Beachboys scored 7 entries. When I was enrolled at Truck U. back in the day, the hip crowd, to which sometimes I was privy, showed disdain to the boys from California. Dismissed as lightweights. But in hindsight, and to those in the know, Brian Wilson is quite the musical genius. From the R.S. article concerning "Good Vibrations" ranked number six, ahead of "Hey, Jude." [ consult Ripley's for more info ] :

""Wilson built "G.V." in sections, coloring the mood swings with locomotive cello, saloon piano and the special wall of a theremin."

And the B.B.'s "Pet Sounds" is generally considered one of the best l.p.'s [ long playing, eh? ] of all time. Brian Wilson's masterpiece in response to the lads from Liverpool's "Sgt. Pepper."

Well, that's enough of a foray for tonite. Suffering from P.T.S.

"As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,

Farewell and adieu, v.c.

P.S. Post Thanksgiving Syndrome has left me sucking hind titty. Apologies extended beforehand.

P.S.S. Me favourite song, Snave. As chronicled once before, here's the link:

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/5109/walrus.html

They don't make 'em like they used to.

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