Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts

Friday, August 9, 2013

“When I’m Sixty-Four”


I always half looked-forward to this day:  8  × 8,  a perfect square.  And of which those two factors are themselves perfect cubes.

Anyhow, in answer to the Beatles’ question:  Yes she still needs me, yes she still feeds me.   My wife and I are very much in love.

Friday, May 11, 2012

More Musical Minimalism


Why do we not "do it",  in the road?
Why not indeed?
Any objections?  No?
-- Passed without dissent.


[Note to the youngsters:
If you have not been listening to this anthem  on and off  for the better part of fifty years -- as have most of your elders and betters -- you need to hear this  a minumum of a hundred times in succession, to get the basic idea.
Notice that, in line with the Minimalist aesthetic, the crucial pronoun "it"  is here without overt antecedent.]


Classroom assignment:
Compare and contrast that anthem with this one, as they relate to the Copenhagen Interpretation of quantum mechanics.  If no such relation can be evidenced, simply write “None”.   (In the Institute for Minimalist Studies, most term papers consist of a single word.  But the word must be very well chosen.)


Footnote:
With admirable musical economy, Mr. McCartney (or, as we shall simply call him, “Paul”) is here a one-man band, handling both the vocals and all of the instruments.  Thus demonstrating that, in principle, The Beatles can be minimized to just one Beatle.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Atur…d-d-d-…dido


La musique étourdie



Your lips are  moo  - ving….
but! the words aren’t clear
-- Beatles, “I’m Looking Through You”

[NDLR:  Il faut avoir attaint la cinquantaine, pour écouter ceci.  Autrement cela pourrait vous déranger les sens  en permanence.]

Ce n’est pas encore le moment, d’expliquer, ce que je veux dire par ce mot espagnol, aturdido, qui partage l’étymologie du mot étourdi :
du bas latin exturditus « qui a le cerveau engourdi, comme une grive qui s’est eniverée en mangeant des raisins », de turdus  « grive ».
-- Bordas, Dictionnaire

Mais entretemps:


Et. un peu dans le même genre:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFClgbAwQwE&NR=1


On se remarque que la seconde chanson est chantée à l’envers.  Ce qui est moins évident, c’est que la première aussi  est chantée en biais :  mais virée seulement par π/2;  elle s’aligne donc  sur l’axe imaginaire.

Peut-être plus surprenant encore, celui qui chante est évidemment mort :  il nous parle d’outre-tombe.


She/ said, “I don’t un-der-stand what you said”;
I said -- “No no no,  you’re wrong.”
-- Beatles, “She Said She Said"


Des citations à l’appui, qui cernent le champs:

Our brains were beginning to be addled with thinking in close confinement.
-- Erskine Childers, Riddle of the Sands (1903)

“I remember once thinking that I should have to marry my younger brother, because I did not know anyone else.”
-- quoted in: Havelock Ellis, Studies in the Psychology of Sex (?1897-?1910), vol. III ii p. 92

Pour cerner la sémantique de ce definiendum farfelu  moyennant la méthode empiriste,
cliquez ici:
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/search/label/aturdido


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