Once every couple of years or so, the Universe, I mean, “The Man,” decides to freak out about how a band named the Beatles existed once. This happens whenever a new Beatles-themed product (the Beatles “1″ CD; Love: The Musical; etc) is introduced to the free market. As we all know, this has been one of those weeks. I like to call these weeks “life-ruiners.” Why?
1) Because I am protective of the Beatles and want them to be Mine All Mine, even though I logically know they are not, and can’t be;
2) Because I have Beatles tattoos, As such, I can’t do anything without somebody saying “Oh My God! You have Beatles tattoos! That’s so cool! Have you bought the Beatles remasters yet?” or “Oh My God! You have Beatles tattoos! That’s so cool! Have you played Beatles Rock Band yet?”
And I say, “No, I have not bought the Beatles remasters, because I am broke,” or “No, I have not played Beatles Rock Band, because I don’t have a Wii, don’t know what a Wii is, don’t really know what Rock Band is either, and am broke.”
Then I feel pissed off and sorry for myself for not having a Wii that I can play Beatles Rock Band on, and begin to resent the Beatles, which is not okay. The best way to deal with Beatles-themed Resentment is to re-connect with my All-Time #1 Beatles Moment Of All-Time: their performance of “I’m Down”* at Shea Stadium (August 15th, 1965):
This performance is great for many reasons: they’re all having killer hair days; McCartney really McCartneys the living McCartney out of his screamy-pants lil’ vocal; dudes look hot in Sheriff badges, apparently; they’re sweaty, which is sexy. But mostly, pay attention to John crackin’ up on the electric pianner, and laughy sweet George being all giggly hot in response. They goin’ cwwaazzzyyyy! It is the closest human beings have ever come to matching the rowdy adorability of a litter of six-week-old golden retriever puppies playing in their cardboard box.
*“I’m Down” is totally my favourite pre-Rubber Soul Beatles song; rollicking and proto-punk, though I can’t get on board with how the girl in it moans “Keep your hands to yourself” to 1965 Paul McCartney- what kind of fucking idiot would pass up the opportunity to make out with 1965 Paul McCartney? And in such a bitchy way, no less?
I especially love it at 1:29 when Paul laughs so hard he spins in a circle.
oh my god LAURA JANE FAULDS. why did i not come directly to ngfm a week ago when this godforsaken game came out?
“1) Because I am protective of the Beatles and want them to be Mine All Mine, even though I logically know they are not, and can’t be;
2) Because I have Beatles tattoos, As such, I can’t do anything without somebody saying “Oh My God! You have Beatles tattoos! That’s so cool! Have you bought the Beatles remasters yet?” or “Oh My God! You have Beatles tattoos! That’s so cool! Have you played Beatles Rock Band yet?”"
both, same. a photo of my beatles tattoo was reblogged a couple HUNDRED times on tumblr yesterday, with probably fifty or so internet randoms captioning that they were making plans to steal it for their own thieving new-fan bodies.
Show me your ink, LJM!
maybe i asked for it when i appropriated a copyrighted image for my skin forever?
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Holy Hell! That is so wonderful! Great job. We should start a band together, with another babe who has a Beatles tattoo.
fyi, whenevs i hear ‘i’m down’ the image in my head is this weird awesome amalgam of this vid plus the ‘i’m down’ portion of your dance-a-thon. it rules!
This is sort of weird, but often when I listen to “I’m Down,” I picture you & I dancing to it at either your or my or Kat’s wedding, but probably not mine, since I’m never getting married. I decided that approximately yesterday.
i capped it in my blog. thanks lj.