As things slow down, there is more room in my head in the mornings for songs. Yesterday morning was “Julia” by The Beatles.
I was 12 when I discovered the White Album; I swiped it from my dad’s collection and blasted it from my basement bedroom. I remember being transfixed by the juxtaposition of the avant-garde (“Revolution 9”) and the gentle acoustic songs like “Julia.”
The White Album was one of those albums that, as they say, changed my perspective on shit. In fact, “I Will” was played acoustic during our wedding ceremony.
4/1/2010: Not Quite
Some mornings I wake up with a riff and can’t figure which song it is. I struggled all throughout my shower to hang on to this one; it was a Beatles song, that I knew for sure—-and I damn near had it while I was towel drying my hair.
But alas. I never quite got there.
And because I couldn’t figure it out, let’s just go with their rooftop performance of “Don’t Let Me Down” from 1969. It always tugged at my heartstrings. Stellar song, last live performance? Sigh.
11/30/2009: Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy
The Beatles, Across the Universe (YouTube)
I took an unintended holiday hiatus. I’d have to name this song as the unofficial soundtrack of said holiday.
Here are a couple fantastic covers while we’re at it.
Fiona Apple:
Rufus Wainwright (with Moby and Sean Lennon):
