Saturday Odds & Sods: You Won’t See Me

Masks by James Ensor.

It’s been cool all week in New Orleans. It’s unclear if Fall has fallen or it’s a cruel hoax. My money is on the latter. The heat doesn’t usually break here until sometime in October. The good news is that we’re not under threat of a tropical system. It feels odd not to be checking the spaghetti tracks every few hours but that’s another autumnal augury. End of obligatory weather-related opening passage.

This week’s theme song comes from one of my favorite Beatles albums, Rubber Soul. It was one of the first albums I ever owned. When my father saw the cover he said, “Those are the ugliest women I ever saw.”

To this day I’m uncertain whether or not Lou was joking. The only one who would have made an ugly woman was the drummer. Sorry, Ringo.

You Won’t See Me is a Macca song, but it’s credited to Lennon & McCartney as were all the pair’s songs. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We have three versions of You Won’t See Me for your listening pleasure: The Beatles original, and covers by Bryan Ferry and Canadian songbird, Anne Murray.

I never expected to post an Anne Murray song at First Draft, but I might as well go big and post her monster hit from 1970:

Let’s spread our tiny wings and fly away to the break.

I don’t possess or even believe in second sight, but I know some more songs with the word see in the title:

Neil Young wrote (See The Sky) About To Rain but I prefer the Byrds version. It’s the best thing on their mediocre 1973 reunion album.

We begin our second act with an inspiring piece about what should await the Impeached Insult Comedian after he leaves office.

Lock Him Up? New York Magazine’s Jonathan Chait takes a look at Donald Trump’s legal status. He concludes that Trump *should* be investigated and charged for crimes committed in office. I concur. We can’t let this fucker skip. That goes for the crooks surrounding him too.

There’s a companion article in the same issue of NYM in which Jeff Wise informs us that Trump could be on trial sooner than we expect. It won’t be soon enough for me. But first we need him locked out of the White House:

Speaking of criminals, it’s time for the final installment of of the Bayou Brief’s Godfather Trilogy.

Carlos Marcello: My friend and publisher Lamar White Jr. has hit it out of the park again. He landed interviews with some Marcello kin who usually don’t speak to the press. My buttons are popping with pride as well as pandemic overage.

The Bayou Brief link image thing shows up about half the time on my browser so let’s roll the dice. If nothing else, there will be a boxy link.

The American Saga of Carlos Marcello

Let’s shut this segment down with a tune from Quadrophenia:

A Sofa Story: We’ve had the same sofa for twenty years. About five years ago, it began a couchy death spiral. We bought a new one but had to hire someone to haul the old one to the dump. The furniture store used to provide removal service but that changed with the pandemic. So it goes.

One of Dr. A’s best friends is a sassy, smart, and profane black woman who I’ll call J. She’s a former chef who is one tough cookie. If she’s your friend, she’ll knock herself out for you; for some reason she even likes me. Go figure.

Dr. A asked her to recommend someone with a truck who could take the old sofa away. They came yesterday.  It was a father son team. The father was elderly but wiry. I instructed his middle-aged son as follows: “If you do a good job, J won’t call you a motherfucker.” I got a laugh for mentioning her favorite epithet.

They did a good job, so she won’t have to call anyone a motherfucker.

The last word of our second act goes to Frank Zappa and the Mothers:

“Ich bin der chrome dinette.”  Words to live by.

We begin our third act with our favorite stolen feature.

Separated At Birth Casting Edition: I’ve been thinking Beatley thoughts lately. Yeah, yeah, yeah. My mind turned to actors who have played John Lennon.

The best of the movies above was Backbeat in which Ian Hart was brilliant as a young John Winston Lennon.

Robert Carlyle played an old Lennon in the rock fantasy flick, Yesterday. Here’s the man who was Hamish Macbeth as himself and as Lennon:

I reviewed Yesterday in this space after seeing it on the big screen. It was directed by Danny Boyle who was behind the aforementioned charming Scottish cop show Hamish Macbeth, which is streaming on Amazon Prime.

The Movie List requested the week off. It didn’t think it could top the Lennon segment. Why? I’ll never know.

Instead, here’s a Ringo song that was written by him and George:

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Saturday GIF Horse: The Beatles are perhaps the most widely animated rock band in history. I have no idea if that’s true because I didn’t feel like looking it up. They did, however, have their own animated teevee show in the Sixties in addition to Yellow Submarine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Since the great Bears running back Gale Sayers died this week at 77, here’s  a lagniappe GIF Horse:

Poetry in motion. That was Gale Sayers.

Weekly Vintage Music Video: Let’s continue the Beatley theme with a Lennon promo video that should be used in the HBO series, Succession:

While we’re at it, here’s a Yoko-centric video of one of my favorite Lennon tunes:

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let’s shut down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.

Saturday Classic: The stripped-down sound and angst-laden tunes of the first solo Lennon album led it to be dubbed the primal scream album. That makes it one for our times.

That’s it for this week. The last word goes to the young Beatles with their estimable manager, Brian Epstein.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

2 thoughts on “Saturday Odds & Sods: You Won’t See Me

  1. Have you seen Anne Murray’s live, outdoor version of “You Won’t See Me”, from 1974? She’s backed by Chicago! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_kSMkl6Lfg

  2. Ooh a chance for my favorite Anne Murray story! In 1974 Schaefer Beer sponsored a summer concert series in NYC’s Central Park. One week it was supposed to be Boz Scaggs headlining, Anne Murray middle, and Brewer and Shipley opening (honestly can you get more 1974 than that line up). At the last minue Boz Scaggs pulled out and the producers had to scramble to find another act. They decided on a local guy and his band who happened to be available, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. The producers bumped Murray to headliner and told Springsteen he’d be the middle act. Springsteen’s manager, the notorious Mike Appel, went to Murray’s manager and said you need to let Bruce headline. Murray’s manager was incredulous. Murray had two #1 hits and Springsteen was nothing but a songwriter with a band. Appel tried to reason with him, saying if this was Toronto or even someplace in the Midwest he’d be right, but this was NYC and you don’t want your client going on AFTER Bruce in NYC. The compromise they settled on was Murray would still go on last, but Bruce would get to do his full 80 minute show. Bruce then went directly to Anne Murray and repeated how she didn’t want to go on after him, but she blew him off as some cocky New Jersey bastard (her words according to legend). So the night of the concert 5000 people cram into the makeshift venue built for the concert, suffer through Brewer and Shipley, go wild when the E Streeters hit the stage, and when Anne Murray walks on stage she discovers the crowd has now dwindled down to less than a thousand people. Appel and Springsteen had been right, you follow Springsteen at your own risk.

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