All my friends aren’t imaginary, but they are theoretical.
I live in a world of ghosts and shadows. I look for fellow travelers but they all seem to have gotten off already and I think we’re all Bozos on this bus now. I’ll settle for people I never met and will never meet and shake hands in the electronic ether and be done with it.
Here comes the sun.
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The (effectively) one armed drummer sells this video.
So click through and watch "Something" from the same band.
I could tell you about how wonderfully brilliant the original bass line is, how extraordinarily planned and executed the harmonies are or the inspired perfection of Harrison's guitar solo.
But I only know about 4 people in the world who wouldn't think I was an blathering idiot or total loser for caring about these things.
And you're one of 'em Sipp and I can't tell you how much that means to me.
The light Gatsby could see from his house.
I can't understand most people and as I get older I find myself less and less motivated to try.
I'm so happy for those guys that they found like-minded people who are similarly inspired to play great music. It's such a wonderful collection of moments.
Good for them and good for us they share their treasure.
I've found them quite interesting on a lot of levels. I think you have to cast a very wide net in this world to find like-minded people. The luxury of four people in one place that you could knock around with like that is completely foreign to me now. Since they're in Italy, it's really foreign.
I like the way the guy in the green t-shirt is suddenly wearing glasses for a few seconds at about the 2:20 mark, then they're gone again.