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Meeew-eew-eew-aoow
One year ago this week, I was in New York City, playing Beatles tunes in the exclusive party room of a very exclusive hotel, a short walk from where John Lennon was shot, and even closer to his memorial in Central Park. I didn't imagine then that, one year later, a vast hole would smolder downtown, and another Beatle would be dead.
George Harrison wrote some stupendous songs, and played some great guitar. He made the demo recording of "Something" on his twenty-sixth birthday -- he was that young even then, at the twilight of the Beatles' career. His solo in the Abbey Road version (with those great "meeew-eew-eew-aoow" slide-guitar figures near the end) is so integral to the song that you don't even think of it as a solo.
Yesterday my band played another show in our Beatle wigs and fake English accents, at the Hotel Vancouver. Among the many Beatles songs in our repertoire, we played "Here Comes The Sun." And then we said "Thanks, George."