Ron Howard’s tribute to the rise of Beatlemania, is a good movie, if not a great one.
‘Eight Days a Week’ is made for the hardcore Beatles fan, which is its blessing and its curse. If you’re invested in the mythology of the Fab Four, you know this story, and you’ve probably seen 90 percent of the footage here somewhere else, whether it be ‘The Beatles Anthology’ or one of the excellent docs that focus on John or George. Doesn’t mean this film doesn’t work for what it is. It’s still cool to see, like everyone else, the Beatles were working small clubs for little money before they became a phenomenon. The focus on their brief run as live artists drive home the point that beyond the marketing and the pop stardom overdrive, these were four talented musicians. (I always thought it was cool that even though John and Paul were the obvious leads, there was always a spotlight song for George and Ringo in the early albums/shows.)
It’s not the farthest reaching comparison, but with so much info already being public knowledge, I’d like to see whoever makes the next Beatles documentary take the approach Spike Lee has done with Michael Jackson: pick one of the iconic albums, set the time and place in the world and in the artist’s career, and then break down the track list and everyone who was influenced by it.
I’m nitpicking some because we’re definitely in a golden age for documentaries. ‘Eight Days a Week’ is still worth checking out if you love the boys from Liverpool. On Hulu, iTunes and most digital platforms.
It’s a dope trailer. And the song of course, clinched it for me.
To borrow another title from that catalog, Don’t Let Me Down Warner Brothers.
Hopped in my car for the first time in a couple weeks yesterday. The radio was on the jazz station, and this was the song that was playing.
The Universe is looking out for me.
Things are looking up and getting wrapped up in a way I can allow myself to think about the next #MalikWeek, which is already themed ‘Dark Knight of Cups’.
As I’m in a high mood, treat yourself to another very, very lovely George Benson cover of a Beatles song.
Feels like this leg of 2016 has finally, officially closed and I can meditate on things til the holidays at least.
Walked in the house and this was the first tune the Shuffle threw at me.
I’ve been jamming to ‘The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl’ album all day. Fantastic for many reasons, one of which of course is their live recordings are few and far between.
One of the many reasons I admire the Beatles live recordings is when they covered someone else’s song, which was usually by a black artist, they always mentioned whose song it was before they did their version. (The Rolling Stones were pretty good at this too.)
Anyway, here’s one of the originals.
As I’m dealing with the weight of the world and various physical and emotional stress, this ‘Naked’ version of one of my anthems came on (while I was reading the last thing I wrote no less).
Music is my drug as most of you know, and for a few minutes I let EVERYTHING go and let myself smile and enjoy the moment.
You should do that too.
So, my plan coming out of Ramadan was for today to be the first ‘Soapbox Sunday’, where I’ll just talk about whatever’s on my mind.
But last week was…yeah…
So we’ll continue to monitor what’s going on. God willing, nothing else that screams EMERGENCY goes down in the next seven days.
Ideally, this week will just be songs that put a smile on my face, and a week from now, I’ll talk about something will a little more gravity to it. Hopefully not life or death gravity, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it…
Here’s the song to start the week. Enjoy!
While I was away, I did notice Cirque and company put out an official video to this version of the song, the ‘truest’ one to George in my humble opinion.