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"Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all. How do we define this lively darting about with words, of hitting them back and forth, this sort of brief smile of ideas which should be conversation?" ~ Guy de Maupassant ~

 Tuesday, April 01, 2003
For all Beatles Fans ....

Came across this link - The Beatles Discography via MetaFilter.

Some tidbits from one of my favourites, ‘All You Need is Love’ :

 

“This has a couple of hidden songs in it .. the most obvious one is the French National Anthem ‘La Marseillaise’ at the beginning.  Its also got A picture named all u need is love.jpgGlenn Miller’s ‘In the Mood’ and a bit of Bach and ‘Greensleeves’ thrown in as well”

 

“The song was originally written for a special BBC broadcast, billed as ‘a live satellite link-up…linking five continents and bringing man face-to-face with mankind.  In places as far as Canberra and Cape Kennedy, Moscow and Montreal, Samarkand and Soderfos, Takamatsu and Tunis.  An estimated 200 million people tuned in from 18 different countries….”

 

"Mick Jagger sat on the floor underneath Paul's stool wearing a silk jacket with psychedelic eyes painted on it, puffing on a joint in front of 200 million people.  And he was due in court the next day on drug charge !"

 

(BTW ... Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones to 'rock' India this month ....  )

 

Another all-time favourite, ‘Nowhere Man’ was “supposed to be about 50’s singer Alma Cogan. The Beatles had met her in the early sixties and John took an instant liking to her and he might even have fancied her! But she was a little bit too old for him (she was in her thirties) and the feeling wasn’t mutual.  He even had a pet name for her – Sara Sequin – after the ball-gowns she used to wear.  She was admitted into hospital in early 1966 with ovarian cancer, and John suffered writer’s block.  He said ‘I’d actually stopped trying to think of something. Nothing would come out.  I went for a lie-down.  I thought of myself as a Nowhere Man sitting in his Nowhere Land’ ”

 

 


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