First BMW destroyed its design language, now it destroyed the M(otorsport) division by forcing/allowing them to produce a monstrously ugly useless SUV that has nothing to do with Motorsport. It’s a complete travesty and hope it’s not rewarded with record sales. I just hope AMG does not feel the need to follow this…

Duh. She broke up the B Sharps.

Here is your Crab face

The band’s begun to fall apart, and Epstein’s on the moon,
John’s on drugs ‘n concept art, and Epstein’s on the moon,

maybe if they had recorded in Dubly

It’s been done:

The Get Back is an obvious example, but it was equally great during Don’t Let Me Down when Paul tells John that the “I’m in love for the first time” bit serves better as a middle-8/bridge, instead of as a verse. John just accepts it immediately and shifts the song. It was such a great example of how those two helped…

This comment has big “Principle Skinner insisting to himself it’s the children who are wrong” energy.  

Pfft. Stonehenge was right there. 

In Sound City, Dave Grohl laughs after Paul writes “Cut Me Some Slack” and he says, “I wish it was always that easy.” Paul’s response? “It is!” 

Fortunately for the documentarian, the Rutles filmed over 900 hours of rehearsal footage.

I’m pretty sure Jackson said in an interview that the original deal was a 2.5 hour theatrical release, but Covid nixed that plan and they decided just to go all-in with the change in format.

As a musician who, unlike that McCartney fellow who just wakes up with Yesterday (well, the melody) in his head and who follows the Paul Westerberg example of just going in the basement and forcing yourself to write, watching McCartney specifically work and figure out songs is incredible.

That’s how I saw it. It’s kind like a baseball game in that you just put it on in the background and then perk up when something exciting happens. I’ve also found that it’s really hard to stop when you put it on because it just has an incredible vibe to it.

Also, I will forever be grateful for this documentary for giving me the visual of him talking about wanting 2000 Arabian torches in the desert somewhere only to then get LITERALLY dragged onto the rooftop.

This is an interesting thing to review — it’s definitely in the realm of a B as something to watch: it’s definitely a lot, it drags to a crawl at points, and it’s best watched in the background while doing something else. But more than most documentaries, this thing isn’t meant to be a piece of entertainment, it’s…

I kept thinking of Floyd at Pompeii and imagining the same couple producers as always suggesting an ancient amphitheater as their career go-to "big" idea. Stodgy Brits and their dreams of being Lawrence of Arabia.

I think every minute was in there for a reason, and I loved the fuck out of all of them.

Well it was the 80s, and he was a successful musician, so all of it?