Some say the Stones are probably the meanest, most successful
and most influential rock band in the history of music business… I, alongside
Lemmy surely do not agree about that statement: “...the Beatles were hard men too. Brian Epstein
cleaned them up for mass consumption, but they were anything but sissies. They
were from Liverpool, which is like Hamburg or Norfolk, Virginia--a hard,
sea-farin' town, all these dockers and sailors around all the time who would
beat the piss out of you if you so much as winked at them. Ringo's from the
Dingle, which is like the f***ing Bronx. The Rolling Stones were the mummy's
boys--they were all college students from the outskirts of London. They went to
starve in London, but it was by choice, to give themselves some sort of aura of
disrespectability. I did like the Stones, but they were never anywhere near the
Beatles--not for humour, not for originality, not for songs, not for
presentation. All they had was Mick Jagger dancing about. Fair enough, the
Stones made great records, but they were always s**t on stage, whereas the
Beatles were the gear.”
and if u still do not believe take a look @ this
Yes but why No 1??
Just
because they’ve managed in only 10 years:
To revolutionize Rock n Roll
by practically trademarking everything that was, and later on, would be, pop
culture and evolve rapidly enough, to have 2 major and well distinct to each
other musical styles and attitude (red: 1960/1965 and Blue 1966/1970),
To deliver thus megatons of
inspiration in songwriting and orchestration of what was just another pop song,
throughout both of seasons (enough to be compared to classical composers like
Beethoven), practically defining the term pop/rock of their time world-wide forcing
mainstream songs, to have a little bit of rocking genius inside them (red), and
experiment on sounds and styles way off the pop / easy listening culture, forged
an elaborate kind of prog rock still being widely accepted (blue) and finally
To release something more of
a ROCK album that anyone could possibly imagine; an album that is way-way more,
than just a selection of tunes that Manson family used to kill with…
Some try for over 40 years
and never quite get there…….they did it in only 10 years…..
There are tons of trivia
about the sudden change of aspirations and musical tunes of the Beatles band
transforming from red to blue… this is one of my favorites (allowing myself to
enter to tomorrow’s suggestion…):
(Source Wikipedia): "During their U.S. tours, the Beatles were introduced to both Elvis Presley and Bob Dylan.[19] Strongly influenced by Presley since before their
formation, the band had tried to meet him in the past, but arrangements had fallen
through.[20] At Presley's suggestion, guitars were set up in his
living room and the gathering played music for an hour, following which they
discussed the music business and exchanged anecdotes.[21] The other meeting, with Dylan, influenced the music
subsequently produced by the Beatles as well as shaping Dylan's own musical
style.[22] This was made evident both in Dylan's controversial
adoption of electric guitar, and in changes that were apparent in Lennon's
vocal and guitar-playing styles.[22]
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On 28 August 1964 Bob Dylan introduced The Beatles to cannabis.
The two parties were
introduced by a mutual friend, the writer Al Aronowitz, at New York's Delmonico
Hotel. Upon arriving at The Beatles' suite Dylan asked for cheap wine; Mal Evans was sent to get some, and during the wait Dylan
suggested they have a smoke.
Brian and the Beatles looked
at each other apprehensively. "We've never smoked marijuana before,"
Brian finally admitted. Dylan looked disbelievingly from face to face.
"But what about your song?" he asked. The one about getting
high?"
The Beatles were stupefied. "Which song?" John managed to ask.
Dylan said, "You know..." and then he sang, "and when I touch you I get high, I get high..."
The Beatles were stupefied. "Which song?" John managed to ask.
Dylan said, "You know..." and then he sang, "and when I touch you I get high, I get high..."
John flushed with
embarrassment. "Those aren't the words," he admitted. "The words
are, 'I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide...'"
The Love You Make
Peter Brown
Peter Brown
Some of The Beatles had
actually been introduced to cannabis in 1960, but the drug had made little
impression.
We first got marijuana from an older drummer
with another group in Liverpool. We didn't actually try it until after we'd
been to Hamburg. I remember we smoked it in the band room in a gig in Southport
and we all learnt to do the Twist that night, which was popular at the time. We
were all seeing if we could do it. Everybody was saying, 'This stuff isn't
doing anything.' It was like that old joke where a party is going on and two
hippies are up floating on the ceiling, and one is saying to the other, 'This
stuff doesn't work, man.'
George
Harrison
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Anthology
After the hotel room was
secured, Dylan rolled the first joint and passed it to Lennon. He immediately
gave it to Starr, whom he called "my royal taster". Not realising the
etiquette was to pass it on, Ringo finished the joint and Dylan and Aronowitz
rolled more for each of them.
I don't remember much what we talked about. We
were smoking dope, drinking wine and generally being rock'n'rollers and having
a laugh, you know, and surrealism. It was party time.
John
Lennon
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The Beatles spent the next few
hours in hilarity, looked upon with amusement by Dylan. Brian Epstein kept saying, "I'm so high I'm on the
ceiling. I'm up on the ceiling."
Paul McCartney, meanwhile, was struck by the profundity of the
occasion, telling anyone who would listen that he was "thinking for the
first time, really thinking." He instructed Mal Evans to follow him around
the hotel suite with a notebook, writing down everything he said.
I remember asking Mal, our
road manager, for what seemed like years and years, 'Have you got a pencil?'
But of course everyone was so stoned they couldn't produce a pencil, let alone
a combination of pencil and paper.
I'd been going through this
thing of levels, during the evening. And at each level I'd meet all these people
again. 'Hahaha! It's you!' And then I'd metamorphose on to another level.
Anyway, Mal gave me this little slip of paper in the morning, and written on it
was, 'There are seven levels!' Actually it wasn't bad. Not bad for an amateur.
And we pissed ourselves laughing. I mean, 'What the fuck's that? What the fuck
are the seven levels?' But looking back, it's actually a pretty succinct
comment; it ties in with a lot of major religions but I didn't know that then.
Paul McCartney
Evans
kept the notebooks until his death in 1976, when they were confiscated and
later lost by Los Angeles police....
And Now after an hour of rambling a wide selection (practically everything!) of The Blue Period...
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