Favorite Beatles song?

Gareth said:

Had to give my tuppence-worth here. I'm a little bit obsessed with The Beatles. My fave songs change depending on what mood I'm in. A Day in the Life is frequently up there. For No One from Revolver is there quite often. Various songs from the White Album are there, like Revolution#1, Blackbird, Dear Prudence.

Oh, here's a slightly 'amped-up' Beatles cover I recorded too.

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SusanNorton said:

Now you've gone and done it, Achtung. I have stuff to do today, but now I'm sucked in. The music of the Beatles, and their solo work, is the air that I breathe (to quote another band!). I have read every book written about or by the Beatles, and get weird looks from people because I assume that everyone understands when I make Beatles-related comments in non-Beatles related conversations - like telling someone who narrowly missed out on a business deal that he was the "Pete Best" in the situation. I could talk for days about Astrid and Stuart Sutcliffe, skiffle and the Mersey beat, Mal Evans and Brian Epstein.

Ugh. How do I choose even a long list of songs without wasting my entire morning? I'll just have throw a few out that come immediately to mind:

You Never Give Me Your Money
Golden Slumbers
The End
She's So Heavy (Okay, basically all of Abbey Road)
For No One
Let It Be
I Feel Fine
She's Leaving Home
In My Life
Norwegian Wood
Here, There and Everywhere
Got To Get You Into My Life
The Long and Winding Road
Here Comes The Sun
Help
Yesterday

This is the tip of the iceberg, my friend.

For the solo work, here are my faves:
Paul McCartney: Maybe I'm Amazed, My Love, Jet, Getting Closer
Ringo: Photograph, It Don't Come Easy
John: Instant Karma, Whatever Gets You Through The Night, Jealous Guy
George: What Is Life, My Sweet Lord, Give Me Love

If there is a sound that represents my life, it is George Harrison's guitar. It is the sound of my heart. Jeez, that sounds really stupid, but when I hear his guitar, it fills something in me, in the region between my heart and belly button.

Well, I guess I'd better go polish silver. Thanksgiving's around the corner.

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blunthead said:

Sorry this is longish...

True, Gramps. When I was a kid my friend Bruce introduced me to a new kid, Steve, who knew a new game. We went to a tree in Bruce's backyard. The game was climb the tree and jump out. I had my doubts, but didn't want to be a party pooper or be called chicken; besides, the limb we were gonna jump off wasn't very high up. So, up we went, Bruce first then me then Steve at the rear.

Bruce, who due to his future history I later in life determined must have had the risk gene, jumped with a holler, landed with a thump, fell over and announced how Great it is! I stepped forward ready to go, and stopped because somehow the limb was now 30 feet off the ground. Then Steve yelled Come on! and kicked me. To this day I remember clearly sitting in Bruce's parents' living room crying pitifully at the severe pain in my abdomen while their maid, who thought I probably wasn't all that hurt, gave me some aspirin and tried to cheer me up. I remember having to walk the block and a half home, seeing a boy playing in his front yard with his Collie as the Collie raised horse-like toward him, taller than the boy. I remember my mom, assuming I wasn't all that hurt, driving me to the hospital but stopping to drop off at the church the vestments which it was her duty each week to launder. I remember the hospital room itself, which I shared with a friendly boy about my age who was sicker than I was, and about whom when I asked later I was given sad news. I remember the huge bandage on my stomach and being told not to stretch much or I'd rip the stitches open.

My spleen had ruptured when I hit the ground. Later, my mom told me that in the emergency room, after I had been wheeled into surgery, a doc told her that if she had arrived at the hospital an hour later I would not have made it, that I would have bled to death internally. She told me she almost passed out.

Well into my 30s I still would get severe upper respiratory infections and the flu. As Gramps said, the spleen is, among other things, a very important part of the immune system.

Fortunately, for mom's and Steve's sake, I survived to later discover The Beatles, my favorite product of which, after ages of contemplation, is...

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