
Beatles appear in this Godard movie? [MORE] B[r]eat[h]les[s]
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...is 2:42! [MORE]From The Morning News:
I’d hit upon the perfect song length. I fist-bumped somebody.
What else is at 2:42? “Don’t Do Me Like That” by Tom Petty. “Divine Hammer” by the Breeders. “Helplessly Hoping” by Crosby, Stills & Nash. “Get Up” by R.E.M. “California Dreamin’” by the Mamas & the Papas. “This Charming Man” by the Smiths.
You need more proof? Jerk. Let’s look at Sgt. Pepper. “Lovely Rita” is two minutes, 42 seconds. It delivers that psychedelic vibe and a coda but then gets the hell out of your life.
Compare that to “With a Little Help From My Friends.” It’s a mere two seconds longer but feels like it drags on for hours. Maybe it’s Ringo, maybe it’s the tedious melody—or maybe it’s the two goddamn seconds.
Then over here we have “Good Morning Good Morning,” rightfully discarded by the masses as a throwaway. Why? Two minutes, 41 seconds. Hey, Beatles, maybe next time think about tacking on an extra second to give a song the grandeur and majesty it deserves.
Posted by Ed Park at 11:51 AM 2 comments
Labels: Sgt. Pepper
From author Jeff Gordinier's interesting video promo for his book X Save the World: "Why is Paul McCartney barefoot on the cover of Abbey Road?" [MORE]"I don't give a f---! Just stop talking about it."
Posted by Ed Park at 10:58 AM 0 comments
Labels: Abbey Road, Jeff Gordinier

The stunning conclusion to the mysterious black-and-white photos of a Hard Day's Night convert...
As reported here, Spinster Aunt recently published a sequence of snaps (I, II, III, IV, V), possibly from 1967, possibly from Czechoslovakia. But wait! Click here for the deeply moving story behind them.
Posted by Ed Park at 9:04 PM 0 comments
Labels: A Hard Day's Night, Czechoslovakia, Spinster Aunt
How about this: The Beatles are about the world as it could be. The Stones are about the world as it is.
Convincing?
Posted by Michael Gerber at 11:14 PM 6 comments
Labels: Beatles vs. Stones, Mike

Recently I ran into a problem that I thought the Beatles hive-mind here at Dullblog might be able to solve. My wife and I were driving to a party at a friend's house... [MORE] The last time we'd met this friend, he'd discovered I was a Beatle freak. In the course of the conversation, he'd asked me the following question: after the Anthology series, what good stuff is left? Being lazy and easily distracted, I pointed him to the "Anthology Outtakes" set. But surely we could improve on that. So: if you were creating a collection of still-unreleased Beatles material, what would you put on it?
Posted by Michael Gerber at 11:32 AM 1 comments
Which New York Observer film critic had the more interesting Beatles mention last week?
Andrew Sarris, on the Scorsese Stones doc Shine a Light:
When I was teaching at the School of Visual Arts in 1965, all the students seemed to be fanatical Stones fans, listening to their songs incessantly on the cafeteria jukebox. They seemed determined to make me see how wrong I was to prefer the Beatles, as I had implied in 1964 in The Village Voice (I had raved about A Hard Day’s Night, which I designated as “the Citizen Kane of juke-box musicals”). I still like the Beatles, but to put it as brutally as possible, where are they now?
What I saw was the bloody body of not just a revered and peace-loving Beatle, but a shy friend and neighbor as naïve and unsophisticatedly middle-class as he was celebrated. He was an odd but decent guy, and I liked him. Once, when I signed a petition to protect him from deportation during an unpleasant, overpublicized drug investigation into his life and career, he rewarded me with a thank-you note and a year’s subscription to TV Guide.
I will never forget helping a shocked and sobbing Yoko and what was left of her husband into the police car in which he died...
Posted by Ed Park at 3:36 PM 4 comments
Labels: A Hard Day's Night, Andrew Sarris, Chapter 27, Dakota, Mark David Chapman, Rex Reed, Rolling Stones
According to this article, Salman Rushdie was at the Rutles NYC gig last night. After which he immediately declared a fatwa against Dirk McQuickly. OH THE IRONY
Posted by Michael Gerber at 8:55 AM 0 comments
...who spend our time casting wonderful spells, and sending Beatle-y emails to each other. After several centuries of this one of us put down his computer and said, "Why not turn it into a blog already?" And that, kiddies, is how the zebra got his spots.