5pm monday august 31st 2009
this was the exact moment i came to the conclusion that i never ever want to hear another sodding record by the fucking beatles again.
due to the now ended summer holiday season, the stereo basically is set to radio 2 to avoid any disapproving looks when i try to drop the latest techno banger into the playlist.
however, having endured an excess of beatle related gubbins over the weekend followed by several hours of overly sycophantic gushing by craig charles on monday afternoon, by 5pm i had seriously had enough.
while i understand their importance in the scheme of things, and even have a couple of cds (how have i coped with them in their non-remastered form) i could quite happily live without hearing another heart warming anecdote about the drab four, or endless discussions as to which member was the most important.
(answer : freelance hellraiser when he fucked up pauls back catalogue for the rather wonderful twin freaks project)
unfortunately over the forthcoming weeks/months/years i suspect the pain is going to be raised another level.
there is the all important emi rescuing reissue campaign, mojo magazine have of course yet another special, there is the new rock star game in which people can sing along via their all singing, all dancing (if you have the pocket busting hardware add-ons of course) games console to songs that people sing along to in their cars/living rooms/pubs etc, and i fully suspect the tv schedules are going to be full to the max of "100 best moments of when paul-n-john popped into their local newsagents and said hello to me".
oh the joy.
so at 5pm when it was announced that next up was cilla black playing a 2 hour selection of cover versions of beatles tunes, i picked up the nearest cd and placed it into the machine, uttering those all important words to my better half : " oh fuck this .."
personality crisis by the new york dolls blasted out of the ireallylovemusic stereo, and slowly i began to feel a lot better.