All my life I have thought of The Beatles as the greatest band ever.
I still do.
I’ve seen, and have been personally affected by, the rise of Oasis.
Both Oasis albums meant something to me.
‘Definitely Maybe’ helped me to see that brilliance could come from anywhere, in a moment.
I took a ‘Morning Glory’ CD on a boys holiday and listened to it almost every waking minute.
U2’s albums have punctuated my life too.
Particularly ‘The Joshua Tree’ and ‘The Unforgettable Fire’.
I see these music-makers as geniuses.
Godlike.
Global influencers.
Perfect.
In fact, what’s the point of even making music when there is such perfection around?
What’s the point when there are these people that know just what to do and get things just right – first time – whilst normal people like me just do what’s in front of them… fucking up most things and coming up with the occasional gem as part of the journey?
Seeds.
The video below makes me smile.
It’s The Beatles messing things up.
And not giving a toss.
Because they’re in love with what they’re doing.
Loving their time creating.
Loving their mistakes.
No one is judging.
Everyone is laughing.
And between the mess, you can hear the perfect seeds.
Some grow into perfect songs.
Others don’t.
But all seeds, I’d argue, are perfect seeds.
