Always my favorite Beatle: best musician and best songwriter, IMHO… as a High School Garage Band Wannabe Rock Star, George was the one I wished to emulate.
Ya know… usually when I come into work in the morning, I put on some loud, obnoxious “morning music”. This morning, I felt more in the mood for George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass, which I’m still listening to.
I’ll just keep those two CDs in heavy rotation all day…
I’m really too much in shock to post how I really feel. (Shock you say? Didn’t you see this coming?) Well, yes, I knew it was coming, but yet I hung on to that little girl hope that “Well, I love him, so he can’t die. Nobody I love can die.” Apparently the charm of my love was not magic enough.
There were so many reasons that I loved George. So many things he said and did that made me smile. Paul may have been the cute one, but I always thought that George was handsome. 
I can’t really afford it, but I think I’m going to buy a copy of the Beatles Anthology. I used to have it, but when I moved, I left it at home. I need to see his face and hear his laugh and listen to his music and know his story again.
And I even changed my sig, and forgot to add it.
The tributes have been on telly all day now and it’s odd, when truly special people leave us, how surprisingly touched by them we are.
For myself, I am a little sad that he has gone of course but two things about it make me feel much better. First, if he was in great pain from the cancer (which, to his credit, he didn’t blame on anything else but the ciggies), well then that pain is gone now.
Second, he wasn’t afraid of going. He knew his time was coming and his beliefs helped him through that. He left, I would like to think, a happy man for what he achieved and the gifts he left behind.
A toast then, George. Thanks for everything. Give our regards to John and Douglas.
Ta-ra lad
see ya, buddy! thanks for everything.
While we’re at it, let’s hoist a glass to L’Angelo Misterioso (co-writer of Badge) and Hari Georgeson, who we find on On the Road to Freedom by Alvin Lee and Mylon LeFevre. On the latter album, George contributes the beautiful So Sad (No Love of His Own) and plays an instantly recognizable slide guitar. George had a bunch of other pseudonyms (Arthur Wax?), but they’re escaping me now.
He’s somewhere, playing with John and making the best music ever.
This is such a wretch. It’s not unexpected, but it was still like, whoa.
“Here comes the sun…it’s all right.”
Thanks for the music and the memories George.
Sigh.
Drive carefully, Ringo.
*Sunrise doesn’t last all morning
A cloudburst doesn’t last all day
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning
It’s not always been this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away. . .*
Thank you for all the music George.
We will miss you George.
When I heard the news, I realized a really depressing thing - I’m probably gonna live through the deaths of most or all of the people I admire. The surviving Beatles, various other musicians, entertainers, politicians and other assorted people… I’ll be alive when they’re all dead. With the way I live, I may even outlive my friends. Depressing. Morbid.
We’ll miss you, George Harrison.
One of the first celebs to fight for a good cause [Bangla Desh]
Whithout him, there would have been no Monty Python Films.
I’ll miss his music.
I’ll miss the man.