Smart Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 George Harrison, R.I.P. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Handjob Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 R.I.P... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dukeofyork Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 much respect to THE man. rest in power. early beatles music rocked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
graffitiSUX Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 i am the walrus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest BROWNer Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 rip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest beardo Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 wish i had some beatles handy to jam out to today. rip Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poop Man Bob Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 RIP the quiet Beatle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shameless self promotion Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 no shit? This sucks..damn...Rip! :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shameless self promotion Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 Friday November 30 3:15 AM ET Ex-Beatle George Harrison Dies at 58 Slideshows 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.'' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mental invalid Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest imported_Tesseract Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 RIP George, BUMP for the greatest ever Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seven.13 Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 Riposi In Pace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. Dazzle Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 Damn.....this is no good at all RIP one of the greatest guitarists of all time. We love you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest beardo Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pacman Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 Glad someone posted this... rip now my two favorite beatles are gone crappy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
footsoldier Posted November 30, 2001 Share Posted November 30, 2001 im listening to the beatles now..its a shame he's gone, rip Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
suburbian bum Posted December 1, 2001 Share Posted December 1, 2001 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
T.T Boy Posted December 1, 2001 Share Posted December 1, 2001 damn, that man was an icon for music. rest in peace. i gotta listen to the beatles Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smart Posted December 2, 2001 Author Share Posted December 2, 2001 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eastcoast Killa Posted December 2, 2001 Share Posted December 2, 2001 It's terrible that another Beatle is gone. they were all equally great, George deserves as much recognition as anyone. rest in peace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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