I assumed for many years, because of the scorned and scornful tone of the lyrics, that this was a John Lennon song. Actually, Paul McCartney wrote most of it. The fact that he’s lead singer should have tipped me off. John plays acoustic rhythm guitar and sings back-up.
Footnote: Paul is 69 and sounding a bit ragged (check out the Grammy Awards), but so what? The Beatles’ records will never get old.
Robert Scheer thinks it’s no accident that Barack Obama’s style of acting is strongly reminiscent of Bill Clinton’s. More here.
George plays bass, but not on a bass guitar.
Some people don’t like the rain, as the Beatles noted in 1966. Not me. I’ll take the rain over the heat, and I feel fortunate to be far from Texas, where a record drought continues despite Rick Perry’s rain dance back in April.
The Philly heat seemed to break most emphatically last Sunday, when a morning drizzle turned into a downpour that rarely let up until evening. I took a break from writing to go for a run in the late afternoon after I dug through the rubble in my basement and found a big ugly bill cap to keep the rain off my glasses.
