Tuesday, February 25, 2014
With a Yo-Ho-Ho and a Ya-Ha-Ha and a Ye-Hee-Hee-Ho-Hum, with a Yo-Ho-Ho and a Ya-Ha-Ha and a Yum-Yum-Jum-Jum-Jum, or: Born Seventy-One Years Ago, Sixty-Five Today
George was born seventy-one years ago. I never need listen to The Beatles again, so often did I hear them I can play any song in my head any time I want and often when I don't, but I still love George, I've always loved George, I've always loved George best, people can vouch. Love love love.
High Egoslavian Holy Day. It's also this guy's birthday, he's sixty-five today:
His shoes cost more than your house. Here, the best George Traveling Wilburys song which is simultaneously the best Traveling Wilburys song. That I like a band with Bob Dylan and Tom Petty and the unfortunately named for me Jeff Lynne is testament to my love love love for George.
Here, the full album, quite possibly the second most listened-to album of my life.
No links today, probably tomorrow, though Prunella tells me John Doe is 60 today, gives me songs.
Also too, per Egoslavian tradition, The Pirate Song.