On January 4th, I listened to The Beatles Magical
Mystery Tour, The Smiths The Smiths and Two Door Cinema Club Beacon. I guess
this was England day, the first of my very loose themed days.
If you remember from my New Year’s manifesto professing 2013
The Year Of Music, I have a deep emotional connection with The Beatles. I also
feel like writing about them is a fool’s errand. So, here we go.
I made Magical Mystery Tour the first Beatles album I would
listen to this year because BBC America just showed the movie. I watched it
like five times, was fucking mesmerized each time and I’m convinced Monty
Python stole their ENTIRE shtick from it! The foot race definitely inspired the Twit Olympics.
Every song on MMT is a masterpiece, but for some reason my
favorite has always been “Your Mother Should Know.” I love how they end the
movie with it and they couldn't look creepier walking down the stairs… especially John.
I could listen to this album every Sunday for the rest of my
life.
Fan fact: Remember the whole Paul is dead thing? I put the
album cover upside down because the way The Beatles is spelled out was supposed
to be some guy’s phone number you could call and he’d tell you how Paul died. I
dunno, maybe. So, punch up the UK dialing code and call 537-1438.
I guess my relationship with The Smiths started in 1987.
That Spring I got suspended from High School cause some psycho jumped me in the
hallway and all I did was defend myself. So, with three days off I spent one of
them driving to Home Of The Hits, Buffalo’s long gone hipster record store, and
came home with the The Smith’s Louder Than Bombs on cassette. I would spend the
next several years listening to The Smiths and/or Morrissey a lot. I just
realized I got into a fight and ran out and bought a Smith’s record. What a
pussy.
Speaking of pussies, years later when the little pussy Emo thing
was happening around the turn of the century, I came to a realization. While
everyone was crying at the Dashboard Confessional show, I remember thinking that
I like my emotional singers FA-LAMING with Johnny Marr backing them up.
I’m way off track here. The Smiths The Smiths! I like this
record. It’s not my favorite proper album from the Manchester boys, but it does
have “What Difference Does It Make,” and “This Charming Fuckin’ Man!” Some of
it is too much of a downer, but a solid debut!
My two favorite lines from the album are from “You’ve Got
Everything Now,” “No I’ve never had a job, because I never wanted one.” Fucking
ridiculous! And “Pretty Girls Make Graves,” “She’s too rough, and I’m too
delicate.” Probably one of my all time favorite tracks from the band, and I
always thought, “I’d like to meet a rough girl and mess around with gender
roles,” which is weird because that then became a line in a James song and it
freaked me out. I dunno, maybe.
This is the girl that inspired the “I’m too delicate” line. I'd let her beat the shit out of me!
Two Door Cinema Club kinda fits right in with The Smiths. I
remember not really caring for their first one and some guy I know told me to
go back and give their second album Beacon a shot. I did. It’s not bad, I liked the single, “Sleep
Alone,” and the cover is pretty cool. (I also put it upside down, cause it looks dirtier that way.) Overall, I was washing dishes when I listened to it and it was just kind of there, but I didn't hate it.
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