While my guitar gently weeps

George Harrison, R.I.P.

R.I.P...

much respect to THE man.

rest in power.

 

 

 

early beatles music rocked.

i am the walrus

rip.

wish i had some beatles handy to jam out to today.

 

rip

RIP the quiet Beatle.

no shit? This sucks..damn...Rip! :(

Friday November 30 3:15 AM ET

Ex-Beatle George Harrison Dies at 58

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LOS ANGELES (AP) - George Harrison, the Beatles' quiet lead guitarist and spiritual explorer who added both rock 'n' roll flash and a touch of the mystic to the band's timeless magic, has died, a longtime family friend told The Associated Press. He was 58.

 

Harrison died at 1:30 p.m. Thursday at a friend's Los Angeles home following a battle with cancer, longtime friend Gavin De Becker told The Associated Press late Thursday.

 

``He died with one thought in mind - love one another,'' De Becker said. De Becker said Harrison's wife, Olivia Harrison, and son Dhani, 24, were with him when he died.

 

With Harrison's death, there remain two surviving Beatles, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. John Lennon was shot to death by a deranged fan in 1980.

 

In 1998, when Harrison disclosed that he had been treated for throat cancer, Harrison said: ``It reminds you that anything can happen.'' The following year, he survived an attack by an intruder who stabbed him several times. In July 2001, he released a statement asking fans not to worry about reports that he was still battling cancer.

 

The Beatles were four distinct personalities joined as a singular force in the rebellious 1960s, influencing everything from hair styles to music. Whether dropping acid, proclaiming ``All You Need is Love'' or sending up the squares in the film ``A Hard Day's Night'' the Beatles inspired millions.

 

Harrison's guitar work, modeled on Chuck Berry and Carl Perkins among others, was essential.

 

He often blended with the band's joyous sound, but also rocked out wildly on ``Long Tall Sally'' and turned slow and dreamy on ``Something.'' His jangly 12-string Rickenbacker, featured in ``A Hard Day's Night,'' was a major influence on the American band the Byrds.

 

Although his songwriting was overshadowed by the great Lennon-McCartney team, Harrison did contribute such classics as ``Here Comes the Sun'' and ``Something,'' which Frank Sinatra covered. Harrison also taught the young Lennon how to play the guitar.

 

He was known as the ``quiet'' Beatle and his public image was summed up in the first song he wrote for them, ``Don't Bother Me,'' which appeared on the group's second album.

 

But Harrison also had a wry sense of humor that helped shape the Beatles' irreverent charm, memorably fitting in alongside Lennon's cutting wit and Starr's cartoonish appeal.

 

At their first recording session under George Martin, the producer reportedly asked the young musicians to tell him if they didn't like anything. Harrison's response: ``Well, first of all, I don't like your tie.'' Asked by a reporter what he called the Beatles' famous moptop hairstyle, he quipped, ``Arthur.''

 

He was even funny about his own mortality. As reports of his failing health proliferated, Harrison recorded a new song - ``Horse to the Water'' - and credited it to ``RIP Ltd. 2001.''

 

He always preferred being a musician to being a star, and he soon soured on Beatlemania - the screaming girls, the hair-tearing mobs, the wild chases from limos to gigs and back to limos. Like Lennon, his memories of the Beatles were often tempered by what he felt was lost in all the madness.

 

``There was never anything, in any of the Beatle experiences really, that good: even the best thrill soon got tiring,'' Harrison wrote in his 1979 book, ``I, Me, Mine.'' ``There was never any doubt. The Beatles were doomed. Your own space, man, it's so important. That's why we were doomed, because we didn't have any. We were like monkeys in a zoo.''

 

Still, in a 1992 interview with The Daily Telegraph, Harrison confided: ``We had the time of our lives: We laughed for years.''

 

After the Beatles broke up in 1970, Harrison had sporadic success. He organized the concert for Bangladesh in New York City, produced films that included Monty Python's ``Life of Brian,'' and teamed with old friends, including Bob Dylan and Roy Orbison, as ``The Traveling Wilburys.''

 

George Harrison was born Feb. 25, 1943, in Liverpool, one of four children of Harold and Louise Harrison. His father, a former ship's steward, became a bus conductor soon after his marriage.

 

Harrison was 13 when he bought his first guitar and befriended Paul McCartney at their school. McCartney introduced him to Lennon, who had founded a band called the Quarry Men - Harrison was allowed to play if one of the regulars didn't show up.

 

``When I joined, he didn't really know how to play the guitar; he had a little guitar with three strings on it that looked like a banjo,'' Harrison recalled of Lennon during testimony in a 1998 court case against the owner of a bootleg Beatles' recording.

 

``I put the six strings on and showed him all the chords - it was actually me who got him playing the guitar. He didn't object to that, being taught by someone who was the baby of the group. John and I had a very good relationship from very early on.''

ooops i didnt see this...nice one smart...

 

 

death.....its a fact of life i know, buts it nevers loses its sadness or its

intangible qualities.....i never know what to think about it....but i do know what to think about the beatles and the first time i heard sargent peppers, and how i played it over and over and over again....abbey road and the white album....all the english pop of hard days night....for me the beatles represent the epitmoe of an artist, any artist...for me i guess it about progression of style and always searching....art as a tool for your mission as a way to find your way and express the world in which you travel....thats what i got out of the beatles...that and countless hours of musical enjoyment and discovery about what music can do...i dont know if a band will ever make the same kind of impact across a whole variety culturual aspects again....anyways im blabbering....george harrison has died, and yeah i know its a fact of life, but it leaves me with an empty feeling that death always does, whether it be a friend or a beatle...i guess only sargent pepper on constant rotation will fill the void and extingiush the fears.....

 

...Rock In Peace...

 

rOe

RIP George,

BUMP for the greatest ever

Riposi In Pace

Damn.....this is no good at all

 

RIP one of the greatest guitarists of all time. We love you

cool rememberance

 

Someone wrote this in regard to George Harrison dying:

 

 

It was the spring of 1964. I received my first stereo at the time of my 16th

birthday. I purchased about twenty albums at once, including all of the

Beatle albums that had been released in the US up to that point. The British

invasion was roaring and groups like the Beach Boys, The Four Tops and the

Temptations, which had been high on the charts, virtually disappeared

overnight. I still went to my first rock and roll shows put on by Alan Freed

at the Brooklyn Paramount Theater (now part of the Brooklyn Campus of Long

Island University).

 

My family lived in a house in a small fenced-in community in Brooklyn, named

Sea Gate, on the Atlantic Ocean at the mouth of New York Harbor. Louis Gosset

and Isaac Becheves Singer, among others, lived there (but not together). Walt

Whitman lived there at one time. My Dad's Estate is in the process of selling

the house now. I sometimes walk the streets and the beaches there, almost

forty years later and the memories, some sweet, some crushing come rushing in

like a tidal wave.

 

There were only two or three stores in Sea Gate and none of them sold

anything resembling records. In fact, there was only one place to buy

records, E.J. Korvette's on Fillmoe Street in Downtown Brooklyn. In order to

get there, I walked five blocks to the Neptune Avenue Gate took the Mermaid

Avenue Bus to the Coney Island Station, about 1.5 miles away. Maybe, I

stopped at Nathan's, which was like a sacred shrine back then. The

frankfurters and everything else that are sold there now, are sorry

imitations of what was sold then. On a hot summer day or night, there might

be several hundred people waiting to be served. The guys who manned the hot

dog station were all old timers who served them ol' hot dogs like a machine

gun. It was incredible just to watch these guys work. This was before Coney

Island died. Every store on both sides of Mermaid Avenue, for a

mile-and-a-half, had a tenant. Now there is nothing.

 

Anyway, I ran up the ramps of the Coney Island subway station and hopped on

the Brighton Beach local. I switched to the Brighton Beach Express (now the

D) and took it to DeKalb Avenue about thirty-five minutes away. I walked four

blocks to E.J. Korvettes and bolted to the mezzanine where the record

department was. Korvette's had ta great record department and the best prices

anywhere. The best selection in the world was at Sam Goody's which had a

single store on W49th Street in Manhattan. They carried more out-of-print

titles then most of today's Goody's carry new titles. I then went home and

played those Beatle albums all summer long.

 

It was a great, great summer. Nobody had even heard of Viet Nam then. There

were some obscure articles appearing sporadically in the New York Times

concerning the role of American advisors there. It was an innocent time.

America lived in a post- McCarthy era fog. The government advised that all

citizens get plenty of sleep, 24/7/365, to be precise. The Beatles changed a

lot of lives that year.

 

I worked as an usher at the RKO Tilyou. 2300 seats, now a rubble strewn lot.

Once there were 2300 screaming kids there on any Saturday morning. That was

in the 40's and 50's When I worked there, on weekday afternoons, the

mezzanine and balcony were closed. New York City mounted police used to hitch

up there horses in the closed lot behind the theater. The police then went up

to the mezzanine, in uniform, to sleep or watch the movies. One day, someone

opened the gate to the lot, unhitched the horses, about six or eight of them,

and scattered them on Surf Avenue, about two blocks south of Nathan's. I had

to go up to the mezzanine and rouse the police. It was @!#$ incredible.

Cops running all over the place. Horses running. Cars stopping. I was doubled

over laughing, but straightened up quickly every time one of those policemen

looked my way.

 

That summer there was a race riot in Coney Island. I had worked at the

theater and went to Nathan's. The mustard was kept in heavy pans about 7" or

8" deep and about 15" in diameter, that held at least a gallon. You used a

wooden thing that looked like a paint stirrer to put the mustard on the hot

dog. No bananas or termites, sorry, Tony G. Hundreds of black folk came

running from the Subway station towards Nathan's I was scared shitless, but

wasn't touched. One guy picks up this pan of mustard and hurls it like a

discus at a mounted policeman. Mustard all over the cop, the horse and

everything. Another cop charges this guy on horseback and smashes him

straight down on his head with a nightstick. I'll never forget the sound.

 

The low part of the Summer came in August. I was a huge Sandy Koufax fan. He

won his 19th game (19-5, 1.74 E.R.A.) on August 16th for a team, who's idea

of a rally was a single, stolen base, passed ball and a single..He pitched

every four days and had a very, very outside shot at 30. He was 25-5 the year

before and 26-8 the year after. He never pitched another inning that year due

to an elbow injury received sliding into second base, one of the few times he

was at second base in his career.

 

The early Beatles played all year long. I had the best stereo of all the

people I hung with and we hung out a lot with the Beatles.

 

By the Fall of 1966, the whole world had changed. I belonged to a Brooklyn

College house plan, which was sort of like a fraternity, I was sitting on a

sofa in a back room, with two other people, trying to get smashed for the

first time. The rest of the joint was empty. The Beatles' Revolver was

blaring on the stereo in the next room. I said something to the effect that

"this @!#$ aint doing anything." I then remember looking into the next room

through the crack between the hinges and the edge of the door. All of a

sudden, through that tiny vertical crack, the whole world opened up and I

zoomed in on every surface, fabric and sound - - - the Beatles - - - in the

next room. Eureka!

 

FM radio stations, mostly WNEW-FM in New York, began playing whole album

sides. Music was freed from the confines of six songs of two-and-a-half

minutes each, per album side. Thanks mostly to the Grateful Dead and other

San Francisco bands.

 

Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band exploded into peoples consciousness like

a stoned Harry Potter. It is almost impossible to overstate the cultural

significance of that album. I purchased it on its release date and

practically wore out the vinyl to the extent that you could hear the other

side playing through, backwards :).

 

In 1967, I went to my first Dead concert and the British groups began to

recede, but the Beatles, George Harrison and John Lennon were always

important to me.

 

I am sitting here listening to "When We Was Fab," on one of my favorite

George Harrison album, "Cloud Nine." I am overcome with emotion George

Harrison has run through the fabric of my life, beginning with my awakening,

like a bold thread. May you rest in peace, George.

 

Jerry Gorinsky AKA Charlton Chimp

 

**************

"Back then long time ago when grass was green

Woke up in a daze

Arrived like stangers in the night

Fab - long time ago when we was fab

Fab - back when income tax was all we had

 

Caresses fleeced you in the morning light

Casualties at dawn

And we did it all

Fab - long time ago when we was fab

Fab - you are my world you are my only love

 

And while you're in this world

The fuzz gonna come and claim you

But you mo better wise

When the buzz gonna come and take you away

Take you away

Take you away

 

The microscopes that magnified the tears

Studied warts and all

Still the life flows on and on

Fab - long time ago when we was fab

Fab - but It's All Over Now Baby Blue

Fab - long time ago when we was fab

Fab - like this pullover you sent to me

 

Fab

And You've Really Got A Hold Me

fab - long time ago when we was fab

Glad someone posted this...

 

rip

 

now my two favorite beatles are gone

 

crappy

im listening to the beatles now..its a shame he's gone, rip

I didnt know this till I read this thread but this is very sad. one of my favorite songs is While My Guitar gently weeps, Harrison plays the guitar so good on this one it will make you cry. R.I.P you will never be forgotten.

damn, that man was an icon for music. rest in peace.

 

i gotta listen to the beatles

did you guys know that nobody really knows who played the guitar solo on 'While my guitar gently weeps'? It's true... Harrison and Clapton were hanging out all weekend when George wrote the song and they both recorded many solos over the chords as well as smokked and drank alot, so they basically weren't sure who's track go the final nod...

It's terrible that another Beatle is gone. they were all equally great, George deserves as much recognition as anyone. rest in peace