I was sitting in my most comfortable chair and I was listening to the new Radiohead album, 'In Rainbows', and I was thinking: 'Shit, man, those motherfuckers are good, they are brilliant, but you know what? They don't beat The Beatles. The Beatles still rule.'
The Beatles still rule. They do. They rule supreme. They are internationally regarded as the most influential band ever and I don't think that will ever change.
The Beatles came, saw and conquered. From 'Love Me Do' to 'Back in the U.S.S.R.', they paved the way for future musicians, producing music that has changed into folklore.
Radiohead are good. They made one of the most important records ever (OK Computer) and their seventh album is really awesome, but historically, contextually, musically, ... , if one were to be really honest, they are still second to The Beatles.
And then it struck me: some things probably can not be bettered. Ever. Again.
You can not write a more experimental book than Finnegan's Wake.
You can not paint a picture more enigmatic and perfect than Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
Etcetera.
But then: what's the point of growing zits on your buttocks because you're sitting at a desk 10 hours a day, drawing, writing, dreaming, thinking?
What's the point of making music if you can't beat The Beatles anyway, if anything you ever make will be considered crap when compared to The Beatles? Etcetera.
Discuss.
The Beatles still rule. They do. They rule supreme. They are internationally regarded as the most influential band ever and I don't think that will ever change.
The Beatles came, saw and conquered. From 'Love Me Do' to 'Back in the U.S.S.R.', they paved the way for future musicians, producing music that has changed into folklore.
Radiohead are good. They made one of the most important records ever (OK Computer) and their seventh album is really awesome, but historically, contextually, musically, ... , if one were to be really honest, they are still second to The Beatles.
And then it struck me: some things probably can not be bettered. Ever. Again.
You can not write a more experimental book than Finnegan's Wake.
You can not paint a picture more enigmatic and perfect than Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
Etcetera.
But then: what's the point of growing zits on your buttocks because you're sitting at a desk 10 hours a day, drawing, writing, dreaming, thinking?
What's the point of making music if you can't beat The Beatles anyway, if anything you ever make will be considered crap when compared to The Beatles? Etcetera.
Discuss.