Word: halfe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...what it lacks in content. One is, of course, grateful for everything the Beatles do. These 30 songs, complete with your basic piquant photographs in a ridiculously overpriced package, are a rich pleasure; but still one misses the sense of discovery, the excitement of hearing something that lingers on half-understood in the senses, the irritating stimulating grain of dust that turns into a pearl. Such was that prophetic slowing down of tempo and space to harpsichord backing right in the middle of "We Can Work It Out" and I remember the swirling artful mess that turned...
...blues by injecting an unprecedented controlled melody into the rigid structure of thumping drums and bass. In doing so, Rubber Soul significantly dissolved this structure by making it technically and spiritually possible to fuse a lurching tune onto stuttering, free drums. This development led the Beatles directly through the half-successful numbers "Rain" and "Tomorrow Never Knows" to its culmination in the masterpiece, "Strawberry Fields...
Typical of such half-heartedness is the treatment of the song "Why don't we do it in the road?" A song with such a simple structure needs, and is ideally suited for, extensive musical exploration. The Beatles waste this opportunity with pedantic and sluggish guitar work and a generally uninspired musical conception, though Ringo tries hard. As a result the song falls flatter than it might have; particularly so because the shock value of the first line--"Why don't we do it in the road?"--is undercut by the second line which goes "No one will be watching...
Back through the now heavy rain to the News. The scene was frantic--with the deadline an hour away, strange faces constantly popping in telling me to hurry up, and half-heard comments about that goddamned Cliffie. At that moment the whole experience was suddenly surrealistic. There I was at Yale, for no reason except that a group of boys just couldn't stand it anymore, sitting in a strange newsroom, writing some story about some lady masturbating with a cross. It was bizarre and slightly absurd. All at once I was feeling isolated and quite lonely...
...like a family tradition for them you know, being waiters here and everything." "Oh," I offered. "Then that's something like slavery then isn't it?" He thought. "Why yes, I guess you might say say that. It's kind of like slavery," and he seemed half astonished, half proud of the discovery he had made. I bolted my stuffed figs and took off as soon as I could...