Revelation of the Week

Yeah, this is kind of lame. See, for a good bit of last month, I had “The Fool On The Hill” stuck in my head. And this is because I had listened to it before, obviously, and suddenly thought, like this big revelation, “Hey, wait a sec! I’m the Fool on the Hill!” Of course I’m not really, but come on. It’s plausible. Either that or I’m becoming one of those people who reads too much into Beatles songs. Like those idiots that came up with the whole “Paul is dead” thing.

Also, pancakes are actually pretty good cold.

This is kinda unrelated, but a couple days ago I was walking home with Peyton & Co. (well, just Peyton and Ashley, but Peyton & Co. sounds better) and Peyton said something about how when she gets old, she’s going to have “brilliant” white hair. For some reason this use of the word brilliant made me laugh. I have no idea why. I sort of think it could possibly have something to do with this Beatles obsession thing, but that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

By the way, look at some of the things I like: The Beatles. Monty Python. Terry Pratchett. The Rutles.

Do you see something wrong in the fact that at least half of my entertainment (etc.) comes from British guys?

Tags: Beatles, lame, Monty Python, music, revelation, Rutles, Terry Pratchett, word association

The World is What?

I first heard Rubber Soul when I was about six. That album has always been one of my favorites, which I think has something to do with the sound of something, some element in there, but I don’t know what. However, for years after I first heard it, I would often wonder what the heck “The Word” was supposed to be about. This is because, well, I had no clue what the words really were.

You are all familiar with the actual lyrics, yes? Well, this is what I was hearing:

Save the world and you’ll be free
Save the world and be like me
Save the world and think it out
Have you heard the world is love?
It’s so fine
It’s sunshine
It’s the world love

I know what you’re all thinking: “What the hell?” And that’s what I was thinking, but keep in mind I was six. I assumed that “the world is love” must mean something important to be in a song. Here’s the sad part: I went around with this misconception for several years. Recently I got back into the Beatles; then, and only then, did I realize what the real words were.

Which makes “the world is love” even weirder, in my opinion.

Tags: Beatles, errors, FAIL, lame, music, nonsense, revelation, stupid, the world

OH, I Get It Now!

I’m sooooooo lame.

A couple days/weeks/some unit of time ago, Duncan and I were home alone, late. We were watching The Rutles with popcorn. That is, we were having popcorn, not them. And I was checking the songs against the ones on our CDs. And I realized how lame something was which I shall reveal to you now.

Looooong ago, I was obsessively looking up Beatles songs on Wikipedia, as I do, and I read something about Ringo’s real name being Richard Starkey on the actual page for the band. This seems irrelevant, but it gets better.

Much more recently, although not within the past month or so, I was listening to the White Album outside my iPod for the first time in…ever, I think. Maybe not quite. Anyway, I was looking at the lyrics for “Don’t Pass Me By”, and it said Starkey under it instead of Lennon/McCartney or Harrison. I spent a moment puzzling over it, but decided it was someone connected to the Beatles who I’ve never heard of.

A week or two later, I was watching The Rutles for the first or second time, and there’s this thing where they say they found their drummer, Barrington Womble (or something), hiding in the van, and had him change his name to save time, so he changed it to Barry Wom. And I was thinking, “Okay, he’s the drummer, so he’s Ringo, and Ringo did change his name. What did he change it from?…Oh, Richard Starkey.” Later in the movie, my mind wanders to the White Album. And:

“OH! I get it now!” Yes, I said that out loud (I think) upon realizing that Ringo had written “Don’t Pass Me By”.

I’m so lame.

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I can has problem?

Okay, so I told you that before, I couldn’t listen to Wings, right? Then I told you about how part of “Too Many People” floated through my head and got me hooked on our one CD for a weekend, yes? Y’know what happened the following week?

I spent three days getting “Band On The Run” out of my head. This seems trivial, sure, but I love that song, yet now I avoid it completely. Why? Two words:

Guilt trip.

Listening to Wings makes me feel guilty. Like I’m betraying my Beatles fandom. Every single time I think of this, I realize how utterly stupid that sounds. And it is stupid.

I can has help?

Tags: Beatles, lame, revelation, Rutles, Starkey, Wikipedia

Wings

I have “Band On The Run” stuck in my head because absolutely everything gets a song stuck in my head. Example: Two days ago my Core teacher was talking about taking the easy way out on the writing assessment. What do I hear? “Got a good reason for taking the easy way out…” Damn.

But this is why I have “Band On The Run” stuck in my head:

Last night, I’m eating at La Pinata with my family (of course) and my dad says something about making mistakes or “your first mistake” or something like that. I think nothing of it, but then I hear, “That was your first mistake…” So I’m sitting there hearing this, and I think, “What song is that from? No, no, no…What the heck? That’s not a Beatles song!”

Then I remember, wait, that’s from a Wings song, so I frantically scroll through them in my head. Unfortunately, I don’t know all the Wings songs on the one album we have (some weird “Hits and History” thing), so I’m stuck. I have that one line in my head all night.

This morning, driven by that single phrase, I was forced to listen to the entire Wings album (both disks) until I finally found “Too Many People”, which is actually pretty good. In the process, I rediscover “Band On The Run”, which sounds like it was written by an escaped lunatic (sorta), but is funny and I like it.

So at least I know what I’m putting on my iPod when I get it back.

Tags: awesome, Band On The Run, Beatles, La Pinata, nonsense, Paul McCartney, Wings

You Better Not Laugh

You probably already know, looking at my previous Beatles posts. If not…my mom will tell you. I’m not saying.

Anyway–

Something seems to be keeping me from listening to Wings. I don’t get it; it’s like it’s hurting me or something. I just can’t. And I think I know why:

Listening to these songs now, knowing it’s not the Beatles, forces me to admit to myself that I have this thing…

Yeah.

I used to have a crush on Ringo when I was, what, five? I remember asking my mom which of the Beatles were still alive, and when she told me I said “Good.” I wonder if she knew then? She does now.

And now it’s the other one. Although I guess it makes more sense that way. It would disturb me if it was a dead person.

And a funny thing:

I was thinking about something, I don’t remember what, and I came up with this: “We’re better than them because we don’t think we’re better than them.” And I though it made so much sense. And then I went over it again, and I thought, “We’re better than them because we don’t think we’re better than–wait, what?” Because it just doesn’t work. But it’s funny.

Tags: Beatles, crushes, nonsense, Paul McCartney, Wings

Weird Dreams

I had a truly bizarre dream last night. This is how it went (Truly absurd parts will be preceded by the phrase “WEIRD PART”.):

I don’t remember all of it, but I remember there was a blue penguin named Let It Be who had gone missing, so I was looking for him, I think. And I was in this auditorium, but I was invisible. There were some intestines (?) floating next to me…they were also invisible, fortunately. I was standing on a stage behind a wall or something, and I looked around it.

WEIRD PART: Paul McCartney was on the stage. (Just…don’t ask. My Beatles obsession extends to my dreams sometimes.)

Here I should explain that there is someone mentioned in the book I’m reading–I don’t know if this is a real person–who is referred to as Lord Macartney, as I remember. For some reason, in the dream, I knew that this character was in the play or whatever.

WEIRD PART: I remember thinking, in the dream, that it was funny that Paul McCartney was apparently playing this Lord Macartney person.

I don’t remember what happened after that.

If you laugh at me, I will do something bad to you.

Tags: Beatles, bizarre, Dreams, intestines, invisible, Throne of Jade

For Something’s Sake!

Dag. I hate this dag holiday rush stuff. (“Dag” is my new all-purpose word. Like it? It’s shiny.)

But really. I still need a frame for the thing I’m giving Peyton. Heck, I still need to DRAW the thing I’m giving Peyton. Not to mention my lack of anything for anyone else.

It’s getting worse all the time…

Speaking of butchering Beatles songs, look what I made up:

When you’re listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
And they’re not
I’m way out of key

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Well, I hope not ’cause I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll probably be out of key

By the way, do you know how funny “Yesterday” sounds if you replace the word “yesterday” with “scrambled eggs” in every verse?

Scrambled eggs
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In scrambled eggs

Why she had to go I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
I said something wrong, now I long for scrambled eggs

Yeah. Only problem with this is, Roth and Lysander like to sing it. Especially Lysander.

It’s funny.

It was the first time.

You know, Lysander, I have to agree.

You always side with her!

So?

Shut it, you overgrown lizard.

That’s enough, guys. Um, bye.

Tags: Beatles, Christmas, first 10, imaginary friends, music, suckish, Yule

Jingle Nyx, Jingle Nyx, Jingle All the Way…!

Yule is coming!

I really wish, just once, that someone would come into my room and ask what I was listening to so I could do this:

Mom: What are you listening to?
Me: Christmas music.
Mom: [listens to Beatles music for a second] What kind of Christmas music is this?
Me: Beatles Christmas music!

And then I could laugh manaically and get a strange look for my trouble.

Lysander: Ahem.

What?

You talked about the Beatles.

But I didn’t mention THAT thing.

Fine. But I’m watching you…

Bye.

Tags: Beatles, Christmas, first 10, imaginary friends, manaical laugh, music, Yule

Poof! Reality Time

So, because of the embarassment associated with yesterday’s post, I now DID NOT POST YESTERDAY. Understand? Good.

Lysander: And we’re not going to discuss the “Paul is dead” thing anymore. [imitation of Blue Meanie] Is that understood, Max?

[sigh] No, your Blueness.

Lysander: That’s better.

Now then, let us discuss real life.

In second grade, I was a great basketball player. The only girl who played at lunch, too. Our team won a lot. However, I haven’t played since then, and I now have to face the facts: I play basketball worse than a banana slug. And they don’t even have hands.

The winner of my basketball game.

And on a new topic: I wonder if Andrew still has a crush on me? I was pretty sure he did last year when he left a valentine on my desk in February and not on anyone else’s. But he’s not in any of my classes this year, and I haven’t spoken to him since the beginning of last year when he assumed I didn’t know what “foreign” meant.

I also think another boy who’s in my Core class might like me…

Well, he gave me half a cookie because I didn’t bring my stuff for the barter session today.

But what I found intriguing was this: A couple weeks ago during my I-can-only-think-of-Yellow-Submarine period, I was bored waiting for the spelling test to start and I doodled a little pepper shaker in the top left corner. It wasn’t something easily noticed. I also started to draw a little monster, then erased it, but not too well. Still, as I said, it wasn’t very noticeable. After the test, he was the one who corrected it.

When I got it back, he’d written “nice!” next to both pictures.

What does this mean?

Tags: Beatles, boys, first 10, imaginary friends, school, Yellow Submarine