tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post7171073622198818497..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: I Felt Fine (In 2006)SippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-3497660877778470002009-06-15T08:48:33.386-04:002009-06-15T08:48:33.386-04:00A man whose opinion I value highly used to say tha...A man whose opinion I value highly used to say that George Harrison would have been known as a world-class guitarist if he hadn't gotten mixed up with a band called the Beatles.Deborahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-25842862901043918972009-06-12T19:07:32.997-04:002009-06-12T19:07:32.997-04:00I saw the Beatles at Heathrow airport in '64 (...I saw the Beatles at Heathrow airport in '64 (I think. I was a little kid - b). My airplane had a slight mechanical issue - the pilot apologized, said we'd have to go back to the gate, but he had heard from air traffic control that the Beatles plane was arriving. I remember people going beserk running towards the gate they were walking through. ps. I learned to play the guitar like your brother did. (You didn't mention turning the record player to 16 1/2 to learn difficult solos...)misterarthurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05697612334770463535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-53927497574485040582009-06-11T17:49:28.867-04:002009-06-11T17:49:28.867-04:00Those guys were the absolute masters of pop music....Those guys were the absolute masters of pop music. Assuming people are still around, they'll be playing and listening to that 1000 years from now.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02521739006999750126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-177480422125311582009-06-11T10:53:09.213-04:002009-06-11T10:53:09.213-04:00When I was eight years old in 1966 me and my pals ...When I was eight years old in 1966 me and my pals would cut out cardboard guitars, gather in our cul-de-sac and lip-sync Beatle's records on a small 45 player. The neighborhood girls would chase you around just like in the movies if you asserted yourself and insisted on being John or Paul. We ran like they had scatter guns. George would get a courtesy chase before they peeled off and went after the "cute" ones. Play Ringo and you might as well have been channeling Buddy Rich.<br />I didn't learn anything about music that summer but I found out other things.westsoundmodernhttp://westsoundmodern.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com