Post by Doc on Feb 10, 2005 22:29:43 GMT -5
....why this idea gave breath into my demented brain I'll never know.
Like, I suddenly imagined Sir Paul releasing a song entitled: "Billy Shears Comes Clean"......! ! ! !
and I was hearing a wild rocker number---like Elton's "Saturday Night's Alright" kinda thing---all bravura, and the Taupinesque lyrics are veiled and totally without any real give-aways--save this certain intriguing question--------is the song autobiographical, or about someone else, and is it the "character" in that Sgt. Pepper song?......
I imagine it having verses dealing with life on the inside of the inside; life as a newbie, life as the life-saver, life as the scapegoat, life as the object of one of the other bandmates' surpressed hostilities.
As surely is day comes after night, if Billy Shears had NOT appeared, the 3 Beatles most likely would have fallen into
obscurity within a year. Paul had been the axle; the other 3, the spokes. Paul was the thermostat for the temperature of the group. Paul was the pivot. Paul was the pilot. The other three looked to him. As long as that was so, they were a tight unit.
And: Attitude. Humility. The last four years of the Beatles is a lesson in both.
Billy Shears, whatever form he takes in the imagination or a narrative, is the well-intentioned interloper. He is an ephemeral
figure, bigger than one man can be in life, guaranteed to be dazzling; believed in by the fans.
He asks us how would we react if he sings an off-key note or two. He affirms that he'll make it with a little help from his friends, the other band members. He admits he needs somebody to love.
He never drops his wall of confidence and self-assurance for a minute.
He suffers silently when misunderstood. He accepts the limitations of empathy inherent in the situation. He flourishes without it.
He grows stronger and bypasses others who get themselves sidelined. He stay in the game. The game rolls for decades.
And one morning, he wakes up and wants to wander the streets in a poor man's clothes. King Henry, King Louis, King David.....
he wants to have some simplicity, some down to earth plain old
commonplace intereaction with the Regular people in the world....
Billy Shears comes clean and admits that, no matter how far one goes in life, the Well-to-do man still has the sweaty feet of the Common man in his shoes.
Like, I suddenly imagined Sir Paul releasing a song entitled: "Billy Shears Comes Clean"......! ! ! !
and I was hearing a wild rocker number---like Elton's "Saturday Night's Alright" kinda thing---all bravura, and the Taupinesque lyrics are veiled and totally without any real give-aways--save this certain intriguing question--------is the song autobiographical, or about someone else, and is it the "character" in that Sgt. Pepper song?......
I imagine it having verses dealing with life on the inside of the inside; life as a newbie, life as the life-saver, life as the scapegoat, life as the object of one of the other bandmates' surpressed hostilities.
As surely is day comes after night, if Billy Shears had NOT appeared, the 3 Beatles most likely would have fallen into
obscurity within a year. Paul had been the axle; the other 3, the spokes. Paul was the thermostat for the temperature of the group. Paul was the pivot. Paul was the pilot. The other three looked to him. As long as that was so, they were a tight unit.
And: Attitude. Humility. The last four years of the Beatles is a lesson in both.
Billy Shears, whatever form he takes in the imagination or a narrative, is the well-intentioned interloper. He is an ephemeral
figure, bigger than one man can be in life, guaranteed to be dazzling; believed in by the fans.
He asks us how would we react if he sings an off-key note or two. He affirms that he'll make it with a little help from his friends, the other band members. He admits he needs somebody to love.
He never drops his wall of confidence and self-assurance for a minute.
He suffers silently when misunderstood. He accepts the limitations of empathy inherent in the situation. He flourishes without it.
He grows stronger and bypasses others who get themselves sidelined. He stay in the game. The game rolls for decades.
And one morning, he wakes up and wants to wander the streets in a poor man's clothes. King Henry, King Louis, King David.....
he wants to have some simplicity, some down to earth plain old
commonplace intereaction with the Regular people in the world....
Billy Shears comes clean and admits that, no matter how far one goes in life, the Well-to-do man still has the sweaty feet of the Common man in his shoes.