On “Here Comes The Sun” there are shades of Hammond maestro Jimmy Smith’s jazzy playing. “Golden Slumbers” begins the first medley, and the beauty and subtly of Booker T’s organ tells you this is audio honey. & The MGs’ largely instrumental album is audacious, and if you haven’t heard it you’ll probably be thinking, “How the hell can they pull this off?” It is testament to the musicianship of the band that they do it with consummate ease on three medleys and a standalone version of George Harrison’s “Something,” the latter released as a single to promote the album. They split their time between Wally Heider Studios in Los Angeles and Stax Recording Studio in Memphis, which, of course, is located on McLemore Avenue, on the south-east side of the city, en route to the airport. had marshaled Steve Cropper (guitar), Donald “Duck” Dunn (bass), and Al Jackson Jr (drummer) into the studio to begin work on McLemore Avenue, an album of Abbey Road covers. Listen to McLemore Avenue on Apple Music and Spotify. The music was just incredible so I felt I needed to pay tribute to it.” They were the top band in the world but they still reinvented themselves.
To push the limit like that and reinvent themselves when they had no need to do that. Jones, who, with The MGs, paid homage to Abbey Road album on their 1970 album, McLemore Avenue.īooker T., 5,500 miles away, in Los Angeles, gave a prescient assessment, saying, “I was in California when I heard Abbey Road, and I thought it was incredibly courageous of The Beatles to drop their format and move out musically like they did. For some, it is considered The Beatles’ very best work – not least Booker T. Time has been much kinder, however, with many coming to recognize the album as a classic. Some reviews were somewhat critical… even some fans were confused. You were almost in the Beatles.When The Beatles released Abbey Road, on September 26, 1969, it was not met with universal admiration. She’s the only thing standing in the way of all four Beatles coming down from heaven right now, handing you a suit and tie and a tab of LSD and asking you to jam out in space with them forever.įuck, man. You’d be in Candlestick Park right now, headlining their reunion tour, if it weren’t for Yoko Ono. They would probably have asked you to play keyboards in the studio just to see if they had the sound right for their first album in twenty years. If only Yoko Ono had never been born and married John Lennon and forced him to quit the Beatles at knifepoint even though Paul McCartney offered to sacrifice himself if she let John stay, that bitch. He’d probably be calling you right now to see if you wanted to hike the AT with him this summer, because you guys would have that sort of spontaneous, anything-goes friendship where you just pull up stakes and fucking experience life together.
He’d just be doing John, you know, wearing those circle glasses and crossing his arms in Central Park, maybe wearing a white tank top, whatever. And he would never have done a shitty MTV Unplugged show in the mid-90s or released a standards album or anything like that. And she wouldn’t try to fucking Yoko you guys, she’d just be grateful for the opportunity and she’d go home afterwards, you know? She wouldn’t try to make you go to her fucking art show.įuck, man, if it weren’t for Yoko Ono, John Lennon wouldn’t have been shot to death in 1980. They’d live together, and have threesomes with a different broad every night, and maybe they’d ask you to join them - not in a gay way or anything, but just as a sign of respect, you know, so that you guys could share in that moment together.
They’d have seen your YouTube channel, and caught your cover of “Hey Jude,” and shot you an email that was just like super informal, no publicists or agents or anything, just from one musician to another, because you guys would have connected on that level. Who does she think she is? The Beatles would have fucking loved you, bro. Too bad fucking Yoko had to go and screw all that up for you.
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He’d still have a lush, full head of hair and he’d be sitting cross-legged against that wall over there, passing you a beer and tuning his fucking sitar, man. George Harrison would never have died in 2001. You know what’s really crazy? If that buzzkill bitch Yoko Ono hadn’t ruined the Beatles, all four of them would still be healthy and alive and almost supernaturally resistant to the aging process and also they’d still be together and making amazing, groundbreaking music and they’d be here in this garage right now asking you to jam with them, dude. Man, you know what else is crazy, though? It’s been forty-four years since the Beatles split up! Forty-four years since they’ve played together.
Thirty-five years! That’s a fucking lifetime, man. Man, it’s crazy to think that it’s been almost thirty-five years since John Lennon died.
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