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Post by My Avatar Is A Hot Babe on Dec 7, 2023 18:05:20 GMT
Discussing "Helen Wheels" inclusion on BOTR last night at dinner - my family didn't even know it *wasn't* included on non-US versions.
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Post by Burnie ‘ceedee’ Grungeman on Dec 7, 2023 19:53:02 GMT
The phrase ‘know your audience’ doesn’t register with the shites.
This dudes family is probably so tired of his boomer minutiae ramblings.
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Post by bradman on Dec 7, 2023 20:27:18 GMT
Anecdote that obviously didn't happen.
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Post by antiram on Dec 7, 2023 21:45:59 GMT
Come on. Everybody knows you don't discuss religion, politics, or sex at the dinner table. Or stupid McCartney trivia.
I take some pride in knowing that my family doesn't know who Wings were or what Band on the Run was. Not a clue.
Fun fact: Back in the late 1980's, my best friend/roommate and I decided to deprogram ourselves from Beatardation. We made rules. No Beatles records in the apartment (anything else was OK and encouraged). No Beatles books. No Beatles T-shirts and attire. And most importantly of all, no Beatles discussion at the dinner table, no Beatles discussion in any public place, absolutely no Beatles discussion in the presence of the fairer sex, and any other Beatles discussion had to be limited to the context of de-Beatling and even then it was limited to no more than five minutes at a time. We worked out a variety of subtle signals to each other if we detected the other one slipping into Beatles coma, and we'd drop the topic like a hot potato when signaled. This worked remarkably well, better perhaps than any self-improvement regimen I had ever attempted before or since. We discovered all kinds of new music and au currant popular culture. We became more plugged into real world news and local events. We got out of the apartment every day and actually did stuff. Never had the Beatles seemed to small and insignificant and irrelevant as they did then. Nobody who met us would have suspected our Beatarded past. I recommend this method to any young adult who wants to spare himself the dreary future of discussing Wings albums with their families in their middle age. You need to have a friend as willing to kick the habit as you are in order for it to work though. It also was probably easier in the pre-internet era than it is now. But it can be done; just STFU when "Helen Wheels" pops into your head; nobody cares what album it was on.
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Post by Boozin' Susan on Dec 7, 2023 22:02:32 GMT
Come on. Everybody knows you don't discuss religion, politics, or sex at the dinner table. Or stupid McCartney trivia. I take some pride in knowing that my family doesn't know who Wings were or what Band on the Run was. Not a clue. Fun fact: Back in the late 1980's, my best friend/roommate and I decided to deprogram ourselves from Beatardation. We made rules. No Beatles records in the apartment (anything else was OK and encouraged). No Beatles books. No Beatles T-shirts and attire. And most importantly of all, no Beatles discussion at the dinner table, no Beatles discussion in any public place, absolutely no Beatles discussion in the presence of the fairer sex, and any other Beatles discussion had to be limited to the context of de-Beatling and even then it was limited to no more than five minutes at a time. We worked out a variety of subtle signals to each other if we detected the other one slipping into Beatles coma, and we'd drop the topic like a hot potato when signaled. This worked remarkably well, better perhaps than any self-improvement regimen I had ever attempted before or since. We discovered all kinds of new music and au currant popular culture. We became more plugged into real world news and local events. We got out of the apartment every day and actually did stuff. Never had the Beatles seemed to small and insignificant and irrelevant as they did then. Nobody who met us would have suspected our Beatarded past. I recommend this method to any young adult who wants to spare himself the dreary future of discussing Wings albums with their families in their middle age. You need to have a friend as willing to kick the habit as you are in order for it to work though. It also was probably easier in the pre-internet era than it is now. But it can be done; just STFU when "Helen Wheels" pops into your head; nobody cares what album it was on. Was your Beatardation so bad that you really had to take such drastic steps to neutralize it? (I’m kind of curious as to how it had manifested. Can you give an example or two of your abhorrent behavior?)
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Post by daved on Dec 7, 2023 23:45:37 GMT
Were you dumb enough to buy a Now and Then 45?
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Post by Brick Wall on Dec 8, 2023 0:32:44 GMT
Come on. Everybody knows you don't discuss religion, politics, or sex at the dinner table. Or stupid McCartney trivia. I take some pride in knowing that my family doesn't know who Wings were or what Band on the Run was. Not a clue. Fun fact: Back in the late 1980's, my best friend/roommate and I decided to deprogram ourselves from Beatardation. We made rules. No Beatles records in the apartment (anything else was OK and encouraged). No Beatles books. No Beatles T-shirts and attire. And most importantly of all, no Beatles discussion at the dinner table, no Beatles discussion in any public place, absolutely no Beatles discussion in the presence of the fairer sex, and any other Beatles discussion had to be limited to the context of de-Beatling and even then it was limited to no more than five minutes at a time. We worked out a variety of subtle signals to each other if we detected the other one slipping into Beatles coma, and we'd drop the topic like a hot potato when signaled. This worked remarkably well, better perhaps than any self-improvement regimen I had ever attempted before or since. We discovered all kinds of new music and au currant popular culture. We became more plugged into real world news and local events. We got out of the apartment every day and actually did stuff. Never had the Beatles seemed to small and insignificant and irrelevant as they did then. Nobody who met us would have suspected our Beatarded past. I recommend this method to any young adult who wants to spare himself the dreary future of discussing Wings albums with their families in their middle age. You need to have a friend as willing to kick the habit as you are in order for it to work though. It also was probably easier in the pre-internet era than it is now. But it can be done; just STFU when "Helen Wheels" pops into your head; nobody cares what album it was on. Worst. Penthouse. Forum. Letter. Ever.
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Post by audiopro on Dec 8, 2023 0:39:55 GMT
I’ve just heard Helen Wheels for the first time. I hope never to hear it again.
The more of this shit I discover, the more convinced I am that Epstein ghostwrote the Beatles hits. The quality took a serious nosedive almost immediately after he died.
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Post by antiram on Dec 14, 2023 4:43:54 GMT
Come on. Everybody knows you don't discuss religion, politics, or sex at the dinner table. Or stupid McCartney trivia. I take some pride in knowing that my family doesn't know who Wings were or what Band on the Run was. Not a clue. Fun fact: Back in the late 1980's, my best friend/roommate and I decided to deprogram ourselves from Beatardation. We made rules. No Beatles records in the apartment (anything else was OK and encouraged). No Beatles books. No Beatles T-shirts and attire. And most importantly of all, no Beatles discussion at the dinner table, no Beatles discussion in any public place, absolutely no Beatles discussion in the presence of the fairer sex, and any other Beatles discussion had to be limited to the context of de-Beatling and even then it was limited to no more than five minutes at a time. We worked out a variety of subtle signals to each other if we detected the other one slipping into Beatles coma, and we'd drop the topic like a hot potato when signaled. This worked remarkably well, better perhaps than any self-improvement regimen I had ever attempted before or since. We discovered all kinds of new music and au currant popular culture. We became more plugged into real world news and local events. We got out of the apartment every day and actually did stuff. Never had the Beatles seemed to small and insignificant and irrelevant as they did then. Nobody who met us would have suspected our Beatarded past. I recommend this method to any young adult who wants to spare himself the dreary future of discussing Wings albums with their families in their middle age. You need to have a friend as willing to kick the habit as you are in order for it to work though. It also was probably easier in the pre-internet era than it is now. But it can be done; just STFU when "Helen Wheels" pops into your head; nobody cares what album it was on. Was your Beatardation so bad that you really had to take such drastic steps to neutralize it? (I’m kind of curious as to how it had manifested. Can you give an example or two of your abhorrent behavior?) I think it was the standard shit, which metastasizes if you don't nip it in the bud. That's what SHF is all about, at its core. We had collections of bootlegs and multiple pressings of the same albums and 45's and posters and books and T-shirts and stuff. We knew all the chart positions of all the songs. We went to Beatlefest. We anticipated new Ringo albums and bought them the same day they came out. We'd get into conversations that would go on for hours about what solo songs were Beatleworthy, or when McCartney 'jumped the shark' (I forget the equivalent expression from the 1980s; that one hadn't quite been invented yet). We'd somehow shoehorn the Beatles into any class assignment. We'd spend hours and hours trading VHS video with other Beatards, and then spend hours and hours more "upgrading" it with other Beatards. We played Lennon records on Chappie Day. I even hung out with David Peel on an almost daily basis for a couple of years. It was a Beatles universe, and we were only living in it. We were in our early 20s when it dawned on us that the only people we knew were other Beatards and we had come to hate all of them. Probably, we were projecting our own self-loathing, but self-loathing is a great motivator and we need more of it in this world. We were working shit jobs with no clue as to what our future would be. We were missing the excitement of our era (yes, the late 1980s/early 1990s had a lot going on; maybe it wasn't the 60's but we believed all decades are created equal, and we came to love our time and place.), we felt disconnected and adrift on a shabby, dusty raft with nothing to sustain us but useless Beatles knowledge. It was probably the energy and optimism of youth that got us to break through our self-imposed walls and engage with society. What was perhaps most fortuitous was that my friend had moved to California and was looking for a roommate there. I had never been west of the Mississippi River, but I was all-in and (having no money) took a 72-hour Greyhound trip to whatever awaited me there. Ironically, the last McCartney recording I ever bought while it was still a fresh release was the cassette single of "Flying to My Home" which I actually bonded with on the bus ride (I had plenty of times to hear it in 72 hours), since it seemed apropos. So, my Beatles engagement ended on a sweet note. I bear no hostility to the Beatles or Macca for my own autism. The relocation meant we had a completely fresh slate to build a new life, freed from the Beatles and the obsessions we had. We were not going to be sad old men who had never lived life clinging to mildewy records in our old age. And since we were reasonably bright early-twentysomethings, we discovered that there was all kinds of bitchin' fun things to do in California and it was more fun to be doing them than to be trapped in our Beatleverse. (Memo to Brick Wall: you gotta read between the lines here. Debeatarding meant we got laid a hella lot more often; that turned out to be a much more fun pursuit than trying to track down the "Secret Friend" 12-inch single boy howdy. If you want the Penthouse version of it, I'll put it in my memoirs; I don't give it away for free) Getting out more meant also that we became more physically fit, we pursued education in directions that shaped our future careers, and we discovered the charms of our new hometown. We got into cool music, art, literature, and film. We networked with people; got involved in actual, interesting real-world stuff. We had a lot of fun. I even got to travel the world because of the subsequent events that resulted from ditching the Beatles and becoming something more than a Beatard. I wouldn't call it the time of my life because there are some other times that are contenders, but it might have been. I shudder to think what life might have been like if I had stayed immersed in Beatardia. Most of our old Beatard friends led kind of sad lives, tbh. Some of them have died, some approach late middle age without any money and no salable skills. Some never married and lived solitary lives. Looking back, I can't think of too many success stories from our Beatard circle. For most people, there is no way out. Now, much older, I can allow myself the occasional spin of a Beatles album or even Wings album. But it is rare; the music I like best isn't very Beatley, and while they will always hold a special place in my heart because of the thrill I had discovering them in the first place, I feel pretty distant to the records now. But like one of those very rare former alcoholics who years later is able to have a glass of wine now and then without becoming a lush again, I can enjoy hearing their music once every few months or so without needing to fill my life with it. I pass this along to any lurkers who might see themselves in this story. (And the obsession needn't even be with the Beatles; any obsession applies) I guess I was reminded of all this because the specter of discussing "Helen Wheels" at the dinner table was precisely the life I needed to avoid.
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Post by halftime on Dec 14, 2023 16:16:50 GMT
Wow, fantastic rundown.
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Post by Potsie Hoofman on Dec 15, 2023 10:46:43 GMT
Dude, antiram always has the best poats. Never a boring moment.
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Post by GeddyLeePierce on Dec 15, 2023 12:09:04 GMT
I’ve never heard a better commentary on Beatardation. Have often felt alone in my not-giving-a-fuck about the band, especially amongst my peers and on music forums (like this one). I was born in the 60’s and between the radio and older siblings playing that shit almost constantly, I had enough by about 1976. Thankfully, punk rock and other more interesting things happened and keep happening and so much of the Beatles sounds like Broadway show tunes to me now.
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Post by Professional...Writer on Dec 15, 2023 16:33:18 GMT
I just got home from seeing Kraftwerk, the missus was in bed and when I asked if she'd like to see some pics I took she told me to fuck off.
Always keeps me grounded, she's a good sort.
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Post by daved on Dec 15, 2023 17:03:11 GMT
I just got home from seeing Kraftwerk, the missus was in bed and when I asked if she'd like to see some pics I took she told me to fuck off. Always keeps me grounded, she's a good sort. When my wife asked me how the Geddy Lee book tour visit in Toronto was I said “it was awesome! Alex Lifeson was the guest host”. “Who the hell is Alex Lifeson”. 😒
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Post by bradman on Dec 15, 2023 17:50:12 GMT
Are you sure she's Canadian?
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