i read nick hornby’s “high fidelity” this week. it’s just as good as the movie, and the movie is excellent.
“The Beatles were bubblegum cards and Help at the Saturday morning cinema and toy plastic guitars and singing `Yellow Submarine’ at the top of my voice in the back row of the coach on school trips. They belong to me, not to me and Laura, or me and Charlie, or me and Alison Ashworth, and though they’ll make me feel something, they won’t make me feel anything bad.”
i feel this way about james mcmurtry. and tea leaf green. and surprise me mr. davis. and the wood brothers. and billy joel (don’t judge!). and dozens of other bands and artists who have recorded music that i have listened to obsessively at one time or another.