The legendary George Harrison of the Beatles, the Travelling Wilburys, and an incredible solo career should have been 78 years old today.
The Beatles and its four members are all incredibly important to me, very near and dear to my heart and have been since as long as I can remember (Yellow Submarine is the very first non-Sesame Street or Blue’s Clues song I can remember liking). I’ve never been able to choose a favorite Beatle, I actually alternate between the four for random periods of time I’ve found. But George has always been consistently fascinating and endearing to me. He’s sort of an underdog; in the earlier years he never got as much attention as his three bandmates, but then BOOM! In the latter part of the 1960s, he proved himself to be one of the greatest songwriters of all time, and he never stopped. All Things Must Pass is his solo album that gets hyped up the most, but I love pretty much all of them. Cloud Nine, his self-titled, Brainwashed, Living in The Material World, Somewhere in England… all classics.
Happy birthday, George! Love ya.