||[Jul. 24th, 2006|08:57 am]
Thing about the Beatles is there's no filler. Take Revolver: every song is doing something interesting and every one is a classic. During those magical years of the mid sixties those four guys couldn't put a foot wrong. They're experimenting and every experiment comes off. It's avant-garde and it's hummable.
Michael Moorcock in one of the Jerry Cornelius books calls them "the poets of paradise."
And this is a call to vicarchori: the year is (still) 1670 and a harpsichord virtuoso is giving a little concert at an evening soiree. We're in Southern France and the musician is Italian. Any suggestions for pieces he might be playing?