![]() Whenever Beatle product wasn’t under Epstein’s eye, icky things happened, even to the music, which one might think would be impervious. Just as he forgot that the alternative to “having to put on fucking suits” was “getting a job.”) (Lennon was particularly acid about this later, but he seemed to forget that the alternative to Help! was Having a Wild Weekend. This then allowed The Beatles to concentrate on the music, the music to shine through, and their personal charisma to take hold…with the downside being (as in Help!) a sense that John, Paul, George and Ringo didn’t have much to do with it. Pepper), Richard Fraser (ditto) or Heinz Edelmann ( Yellow Submarine) to ensure that all Beatles product maintained a high level of competency and professional gloss. On the non-musical side, The Beatles’ standard MO was for Brian Epstein to hire a young, hip, yet established talent like Dick Lester ( AHDN and Help!), Alan Owun ( AHDN), Joe Orton (aborted), Peter Blake ( Sgt. did to the early US records if you need convincing). On the music side, they had George Martin, who we can all agree was a perfect fit (just listen to what Dave Dexter Jr. Magical Mystery Tour marks the first time since the 1962 Decca Auditions that The Beatles weren’t surrounded by any of the topflight collaborators that helped shape their output. (Well, interesting enough for a piece on the internet. ![]() True, MMT the film isn’t very accessible, but there are reasons for that, and they are interesting. I’ve watched the doc, and IMHO it’s solidly worthwhile. But then again, it is The Beatles, and Scorsese likes it, so here’s a review of this documentary.” Maybe he’s a Gen Y-er with a low tolerance for what he thinks might be hippie bullshit that would make sense. “Forrest Wickman seems weirdly hedgy in this review of Magical Mystery Tour Revisited, as if he’s reviewing something he doesn’t really want to talk about, or doesn’t want to admit how much he doesn’t like it. So, here’s me: A flop, or the first “Midnight Movie”? Slate, its editors, this article, but most of all, each other.” Slate isn’t a magazine, it’s a cyber-thunderdome for the underemployed. Slate‘s motto should be, “Our commenters hate everything. ![]() Upon my usual obsessive re-reading and editing, this screed seemed too ur-Dullblog to waste on Slate. This evening while trying to avoid doing my wife’s Bialetti pot, I read this Slate review of the documentary “Magical Mystery Tour Revisited” (posted on Dullblog here), and bashed out a comment. In that same spirit of being just bleeeaaagggrhhh…without in any way demeaning the White Album!-I present the following. And I support that, not just because Ram is awesome, but because this ol’ world of ours is big enough to have one place where Ram-love flows freely, without fear. Go back and check the stream it was amazing. This blog seemed to go through a phase where every second post was about how awesome Ram was/is. ![]()
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