Immersed in the middle of In Search of Lost Time (about 2/3 into my second reading of The Guermantes Way) and stuck at the beginning of Robert Fagle’s translation of The Iliad: that pretty much sums up my reading life for the past two months. Not to get too personal, but 2016 has been a rather trying year and it has been difficult finding the desire or concentration to read lately, and I’ve found Homer and Proust to be particularly challenging to continue on with at this time. I felt I needed to read something lighter, and George Harrison’s “autobiography” (if it can justly be called that), I Me Mine, proved to be just the sort of read I needed – light as angel’s food cake, but not mere fluff.
In a review of another work I made it clear that of the four Beatles, George is undoubtedly my favorite. Maybe John and Paul were superior songwriters in terms of quality and overall output, but George wrote some of my favorite Beatles songs: “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” “Here Comes the Sun,” “I Me Mine,” “For You Blue,” “Within You, Without You,” “Something,” “You Like Me Too Much,” “If I Needed Someone,” “Savoy Truffle,” “Love You To,” “The Inner Light,” “Only a Northern Song,” “Old Brown Shoe.” This output was great enough that I can forgive him for the amusing, but slightly self-indulgent commentary that is “Piggies” (though I did find it amusing while reading this book to discover that George’s mother contributed the line, “What they need’s a damn good whacking!”). And post-Beatles the music of both George and John have given me endless hours of enjoyment.
But not only is it that I appreciate George’s music – and particularly his guitar playing ability – but George’s spiritual journey has always been very interesting to me. He and John, as he explains in this book, dabbled in psychedelic drugs together (a couple of year before Paul and some time before Ringo), which both expanded their consciousness and drew them closer together. Yet, whereas for George these experiences led him on a search for the universal and divine, John was more the skeptic. George felt he had found Something on his spiritual journey, whereas John tried to find something – anything – but found nothing. To John the material world was all there was – manifested in love-ins, creating social change, Yoko, Sean – but to George there was more – a universal consciousness, immense potential in every individual, endless quantities of artistic inspiration.
More than this I think I’m drawn to George because he seemed the least egocentric of the Beatles – “the quiet one” or the thoughtful one – and in this respect really the anti-McCartney. For George, being human, possessed that little something we call an “ego,” but he was in constant battle trying to suppress it or overcome it (many times without success), and in this sense George seemed to be very honest – almost to a fault and often to the point of embarrassment. If he liked someone he’d write a song for them or just simply tell them. When it came to subjects like love and religion, he shared his feelings on the matters honestly and often very simply, knowing that others may find his views puerile, but exposing himself and his weaknesses nonetheless.
Plus, George’s quirky sense of humor (he was after all good friends with Eric Idle of Monty Python and produced Monty Python’s Life of Brian), which shines throughout this work (in lines like: “BLUE JAY WAY was [written] at a time when I’d rented a house in Los Angeles on – Blue Jay Way, and I’d arrived there from England. I was waiting around for Derek and Joan Taylor who were then living in L.A. . . . The mood [of the song is] slightly Indian. Derek Taylor is slightly Welsh”), has always had a sort of magnetism for me because I, too, have a bit of an unusual sense of humor and, also like George, I am not beyond doing things like writing a piece on some obscure subject that might appeal only to a handful of other people if it is of personal interest. As George explains, it wasn’t beyond him to create songs that might be classified as “piece[s] of personal indulgence . . . things nobody else knows or cares about, except maybe two people.” Why waste time just trying to please others?
Now all that said, about the book itself. I suppose if I had to rate it I would assign it 3.5 stars: 2.5 stars to the very uninformative autobiographical section, which was short and choppy and 4.5 to the second part, song lyrics plus commentary. That first section was co-written by George and Beatles publicist Derek Taylor and at about 70 pages it was scant on detail and covered very little of George’s life, more like a very casual conversation with one who is easily distracted – the sections written by Derek Taylor were italicized and made up about half of the 70 pages. Published when George was merely 37 – twenty-one years before his untimely departure from this material world – and with George largely dismissing his years as a Beatle, there was not much ground to cover and many things a reader might want to know more about – his relationship with Eric Clapton, the years with Pattie Boyd, his marriage to Olivia, musical or other influences, etc. – were hardly mentioned let alone discussed in any detail. This first part was, to say the least, disappointing. And the photos included at the end of this section were fun to see, but poorly labeled – one has to flip to a caption section at the end of the book for image details. And throughout the whole book there were a few typos, which was a bummer considering that the work has been republished since 1980, my copy being a 2012 edition.
As disappointing as I found the first part of the work, though, I found the second part, containing lyrics and commentary to many of George’s best-known songs, fascinating and very informative. Here are a few of my favorite tidbits:
- “Don’t Bother Me,” George’s first song was written simply as “an exercise to see if [he] could write a song”
- “See Yourself” is about Paul’s experiences with LSD and the fact that he admitted it to the press
- “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” came about because George – then highly influenced by the I Ching and the notion that all things are relative to something else – opened a book at random while visiting his parents’ house and saw the words “Gently weeps” and decided to make a song based on those first words he read upon opening the book, believing the words (and thus the song) would be relative to that particular moment in time
- Eric Clapton’s sweet tooth was the inspiration for “Savoy Truffle” and the different sweets listed in the song were actual names of candies in a box of “Good News” chocolates that George had lying on his table
- “Here Comes the Sun” was written while walking around the garden at Clapton’s home
- The Cream song “Badge” was co-written with Clapton and got its title because Clapton couldn’t read George’s handwriting – mistaking the part of the song labeled “Bridge” as “Badge”
- George’s favorite cover of “Something”: the James Brown version (he’s also fond of Smokey Robinson’s cover; he would later write the song “Pure Smokey” about his admiration of the iconic songwriter/Miracles front man)
- “What is Life” was originally written for Billy Preston
- “I’d Have You Anytime” was written while in Woodstock, where he’d been invited by The Band – and where Bob Dylan (who contributed some lyrics to the song) was also staying at the time
- “The Art of Dying,” to which there is a lengthy two-page note, is about certain laws of Karma (very interesting to read about)
- “All Things Must Pass” was influenced by Robbie Robertson and The Band
- Like John Lennon’s “How Do You Sleep,” George’s “Run of the Mill” can also be read as a criticism of McCartney (as can a few other songs)
- “Wah Wah” came from the “headache” that was Let It Be and the breakup of the Beatles, when four very big egos clashed (this difficult period also being the inspiration for “I Me Mine”)
- “Behind That Locked Door” is about Bob Dylan and was jotted down on a record sleeve
- “Deep Blue” dealt with the passing of George’s mother and with human mortality in general
- “You” was originally written for Ronnie Spector, but after an unsuccessful go it was abandoned for several years
- “Sail Away Raymond” – recorded for Ringo’s Ringo album (Ringo joined by George and most of The Band) – was inspired by Donovan and Irish folk music
- “So Sad” is musically and lyrically one of George’s favorites, but is a sad reminder to him – the song about his split with Pattie Boyd
- The Miss O’Dell in Miss O’Dell is a real person: Chris O’Dell, a friend who worked at Apple
- Sir Frank Crisp was again a real person, and it was his house that George bought following his success with the Beatles; the words to “Ding Dong” came from a carving on a wall of the estate from Lord Tennyson: “Yesterday—today—was tomorrow/Tomorrow—today—will be yesterday”; “The Answer’s At the End” also came from something Sir Frank had painted on the walls of the estate
- “Far East Man” was a collaboration with Ronnie Wood; the title came from the wording on Wood’s t-shirt
- “Dear One”: written for Paramhansa Yogananda
- “Learning How to Love You”: written for Herb Alpert
- “Crackerbox Palace” was inspired by a story told to George by George Greif (mentioned in the lyrics of the song) about the comedian Lord Buckley
- “This Song” was essentially “light comedy relief” written amidst the “He’s So Fine”/“My Sweet Lord” lawsuit
- Nature and his experiences in Hawaii inspired most of the songs on the George Harrison album
- “Blow Away” was inspired by George’s desire to write a song for the Formula One racers with whom George had become chums
Being a fan of George’s music, I greatly enjoyed reading the lyrics to songs that I had heard so many times but never really paid enough attention to catch all of what he was saying. And, more than this, I was fascinated in learning about the things that influenced George’s musical output: friends, acquaintances, experiences, philosophies.
I suppose if one asked me which Beatle I would most liked to have met I would have to say George, because to me he is a kindred spirit, and I believe in a way – not unlike George or someone like André Breton or Jack Kerouac– that we may be drawn to certain things and people for a reason. Breton postulated that certain objects find us. And George that (drawing on the ideas of Paramhansa Yogananda) the people we get to know most quickly are people we’ve known in other lives; that souls are attracted to one another and sometimes these may cross generations. Sir Frank Crisp (who died 24 years before George was born) influenced – directly or indirectly – several songs that George wrote and he (George) feels he was magnetically drawn in some way to have lived in Sir Frank’s former estate. Whether or not any of this is true I don’t know – and no one can know this with any certainty. But in line with this I do feel that we may be attracted to those people or things that are at a given time meant for us. Reading this book by George was in some ways like visiting hidden corners of my own mind and in other ways like spending time with a dear friend, someone I’ve known all my life. And so, seeing George as a friend on this road of life, despite his flaws as a storyteller or writer, despite his egoistic impulses that contradicted so often his life philosophy, I feel that I should take his lyrics in “The Answer’s At the End” and apply them here, overlooking his faults and focusing instead on his strong virtues of character and his strength as an artist (and it's for this reason that I give this work 4 stars instead of 3):
Scan not a friend with a microscopic glass
You know his faults now let his foibles pass
Life is one long enigma my friend
So read on, read on, the answer’s at the end
And don’t be so hard on the ones that you love
It’s the ones that you love, we think so little of
Don’t be so hard on the ones that you need
It’s the ones that you need, we think so little of
The speech of flowers excels the flowers of speech
But what’s often in your heart is the hardest thing to reach. . . . .
You know my faults now let my foibles pass
Life is one long enigma my friends
Live on, live on the, the answer’s at the end.
And so Let it Roll.