GLASTONBURYOFTHEMIND

You can go hear the Beatles in a lot of places. You can talk about em to a lot of people. But when you gotta reeally know about the Beatles, who you gonna call? Sherman, the dub producer. And Sherman will bring onto you choice delicacies that will once again cause you to kneel at The Fab’s author’s altar. Consider something, if you will. Known as , Yer Blues Take 17, an alternative mix from something called The Peter Sellars Tape a track on one of the 2CDS on the Sherman gifted Alternative WHite Album. I mean NEVER was the awesome chasm that had grown between John and Paul expressed more clearly than that what opens up tween John’s absolute flaming Iggyeatshit negation on Yer Blues* And Paul’s ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC LOVE ME PLEASE TROUBADOUR DESPERATION on the do do do do do do, here we go, up the hill, mother,bridge of Mother Nature’s Son. On the mono mix of Mother Nature’s Son the chasm just heightens. Paul is left naked, unadorned AND over exposed - as the hopalong pop star, unable to kick without his other leg. Mother, Asher, Lennon, Linda, Heather and Hell.** The real nowhere man WITHOUT AN OTHER NUMBER. The fact that the monomix is the one chosen by the Alternative White Album compiler might make you think it was a rep from Lennon’s orbit that compiled it. Like the two sides were breifing against each other Like the Gordon Brown and Tony Blair of Britpop . Onto the grave. And beyond. Does Gordon in moment’s of Shakespearian despair sing Help ? *(“feel so suicidal, even hate that rock n roll,” he roars - in the middle of the bloodiest, flying fucking whirlwind of raging rockingroll sharpnel imaginable) ** I jest! Wings had some fine - if ultimately senseless - moments and I lie about the compiler’s intentions here. Can You Take Me Back is a much better song than the one*** it was produced during the sessions for. ***I Will