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November 21, 2007

Wednesday

Something big is about to happen, but history will not get the story right...

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The first time I heard Rubber Soul I knew things had to change. I sent the boys out with our old songs and started in the studio with layered tracks and echoes like Phil Spector looking for God. When they got back from Asia I was giving birth to Pet Sounds and Mike lost hair in clumps. My brothers trust my instincts and Al brought Sloop John B in for the radio but Mike said none of it would sell. John Lennon is a genius. The Beach Boys are a surf band. Wouldn't it be nice if he were wrong?

Posted by: Christopher Cocca at November 21, 2007 4:23 AM · Permalink

The Second American Civil War will begin on February 22, 2009. For over 100 years, the diminished United States of America will border the Redeemed States of America, a strict theocracy with a capitol in the middle of Virginia.

They will tell tales and sing songs about the march on Washington DC, storming the White House after a controversial bill was signed into law by the new President. Having captured the symbol of the country, they rallied half the country to their cause.

Which was, of course, bullshit. Half the country voted for the other guy. They got their wish.

Posted by: LJ at November 21, 2007 11:29 AM · Permalink

At The Ford

John was an eloquent enthusiastic dispatriot.

Mary a disgruntled disregarded housewife.

John had a plan to take center-stage, fire a shot in the air to command attention, and deliver his speech to his audience, in a rage.

Mary had a plan as well.

When the lights came up John leapt to his spot, brandished his pistol, but out rang a shot - not his. He watched all in horror, the President slump in his box, and as security charged, found the door.

Mary feigned dismay, and she faux cried for a bit, then she moved south, far south, to the Grey.

Posted by: kipp at November 21, 2007 3:25 PM · Permalink

Rehearsals had been going on for weeks. The location was top secret and the scripts arrived in lockboxes.

After countless meetings and punishing exercise routines, we started going stir crazy, especially Ed who would dip into the sauce each evening; a habit that had earned him a nickname in his younger years (later whitewashed by his press secretary who claimed Ed’s sister came up with it).

Finally, the day of the big show arrived and the completed stage props were revealed to us. They were amazing…out of this world. This project would certainly be a giant leap for our careers.

Posted by: Rick at November 21, 2007 9:56 PM · Permalink