June 23, 2007



See, it's posts of this quality that make me want to read your novel in one sitting this weekend.
Nicely done!

Steven Augustine

Re: Colapinto's McCartney profile:

"Besides being the surviving member of The Beatles, McCartney..."

Did something happen over the weekend that I'm not as yet aware of?


Mark, what a great anecdote and photo. And I think that hairstyle is even back in fashion again.


Thanks, all ... Steven, maybe Ringo wants his own "Ringo is dead" rumor ...


Great stuff, Mark.

Jimmy Beck

First of all, I dig your shoes from 1984.

Second, I'm wondering how you feel about the Kehew/Ryan book versus Mark Lewisohn's The Complete Beatles Recording Sessions? Do they complement each other? I own the latter--based on your post, it's pretty clear I must buy the former...

"Some kind of innocence is measured out in years..."


Shoes - you know, I noticed those and wondered why I wasn't wearing my Beatle boots that day. (Yes, we did have them.)

The authors very heavily credit Lewisohn - it's clear they are indebted to him and they build on his foundation. (They appear not to have had the same access to the masters that he did.) They go beautifully hand-in-hand ... go buy that sucker.


What a delightful and well written post. Just the kind of thing I regularly visit your place for.

Steven Augustine

"...maybe Ringo wants his own "Ringo is dead" rumor."

Well, the cover of "Goodnight, Vienna" *does* feature Ringo standing in for the dead-and-resurrected Klaatu character of the film "The Day The Earth Stood Still"...it might be a good idea to play "Back Off Boogaloo" backwards for clues...


Rock on, TEV!



Thank you so much for that piece. I've been obsessed with the Beatles all my life but only recently have I been able to appreciate Paul and his Wordsworthian charms (as well as his phenomenal bass playing). A great unexpected post from my favorite literary blog!


The Beatles? Who dey?


The photos are very cute. And the book is just plain crazy. They will all shine on.

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