R.I.P. George Martin

There is no off position on the genius switch.

Sir George Martin passed away yesterday, which is certainly worth noting, though I don’t have anything particularly original or useful to say about it. I think we can safely say that without his guidance, the Beatles as we know them would not have existed, and for that alone we all owe him a vast debt of gratitude. And I think he deserves a tip of the hat, as well, for his underrated contributions to the field of comedy; as producer of key British comedy records by the likes of Peter Sellers and Spike Milligan, he had his influence on the Beatles of comedy – Monty Python’s Flying Circus – as well.

Fare thee well, George. You served well and long.

Amen, Sister Janet

Frequent commenter Merle pointed me to this video, which I find delightful on many levels:

First off, it’s a pretty good tune, surprisingly funky with nice guitar tones. But the video really makes it. The nuns – are they nuns? – in short white dresses. Some of the worst miming of playing instruments I’ve ever seen. The creative/trippy editing style. Whatever weird ritual they’re doing at the end there. And the 70s-porn-quality production values, which keeps making you think a whole different kind of scene is about to break out. Or maybe it’s just me.

Happy Sunday, everybody.