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I’ve neglected this blog.

Mostly because I started it to see if I could handle weekly deadlines for the Delmarva Quarterly, which is still in the process of developing the magazine beyond the borders of the page…and originally it was to be about arts in the rural areas, but I have neglected that focus as well.

Whatever, right? It’s just a blog

Today a list…

The almost top ten Beatlesque records that the Beatles didn’t record.

Yup. Sacrilege? Perhaps. My misspent youth found me as a record store clerk and music junkie. Not quite a snob, I don’t think. Not like Jack Black in High Fidelity, for the adults I looked up to had broad deep tastes in music, a textual understanding of great pop music vs. the “my indie band is better than yr indie band attitude” one often ran up against in aisles of the record store. If I was fortunate to work a shift with them the conversation and music enlarged my understanding of music and great songwriting, often the term Beatlesque was thrown around. Not that they invented it or anything, far from it, but the concept was invented for me.

Anyways enough yapping. These almost ten records/songs are pop gems. Beatlesque. Fun. Dark. Full of heart

1. Woodface—Crowded House—this masterpiece is poppy, dark, and perfect
2. Squeeze—ArgyBargy—Really, anyone of their records…I like the title
3. Jellyfish—Jellyfish---sleeper choice…a super cool psychedelic pop gem, forgotten by most
4. The Lemonheads—It’s a Shame About Ray—edgy, poppy, and addled with drug abuse and sweet love songs
5. Extraordinary Machine—Fiona Apple—this single’s orchestrated musical-like composition recalls the best of the “Broadway” McCartney compositions
6. What’s the story Morning Glory?—Oasis—uh, duh. Not as original, lyrically as any of the others on the list, but sonically great
7. Raspberry Beret—Prince—ah the Purple one
8. Boys Don’t Cry—The Cure—you can’t tell me this isn’t pure sugar, mid-era Beatles rock rehash—in a good way
9. I’m spent…my wee brain is hurting.

You get the idea folks, of course is better than the Beatles, but I’m sure you have your own idea of what else could be added to this list…

Comments

Gray said…
I'm happy to say that have 5 albums off this list, or at least songs off of them. Downloading the rest.
Gray said…
I'm happy to say that I have five of the listed albums, or songs off of them. Will be downloading the rest.

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