Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band
This is, of course, further evidence of the Empire's decline.
Not only is "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" not the worst recorded song of all time, it's not even the worst Beatles song. (There are numerous candidates for that title: "Maxwell's Silver Hammer," "Revolution #9," "Polythene Pam," and the infernal "Yellow Submarine" among them.) In fact, it's not even the worst song on the White Album, a twin-platter set that fairly teems with dross (the aforementioned "Revolution #9," "Rocky Raccoon," "Wild Honey Pie," "Piggies," "Sexy Sadie," Lennon's bitter "Glass Onion," and McCartney's vastly overrated "Helter Skelter," to name but a few of the turkeys here) among the gold ("Back in the USSR," "Blackbird," "I Will," "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," "Julia," and yes, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da").
Just remember, these are the opinions of a nation of people who boil beef, eat kidney pie, and thought Twiggy was a babe.
1 insisted on sticking two cents in:
In fact, "Desmond and Molly" is a great kids' song, practically guaranteed to calm the most colicky infant. It shows that Beatles did not limit themselves to rock and roll, but were closer to the tradition of the music hall.
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