With all due respect to Sir Paul and the most talented of them all, John Lennon, Harrison was always my favorite Beatle. I liked his long solemn face and hazel eyes, and after it was all over for the Beatles, I loved the way he came out of his shell and gave us "All Things Must Pass" (especially "Apple Scruffs"). I loved "Dark Horse." I loved "Somewhere in England." I even liked the silly songs he made with the Traveling Wilburys.
He's gone now, and it seems unfair: to have lost two of them at tragically premature ages. John's the greatest; I know that; but with John, there's always Yoko standing in the middle right between him and you, don't you think? He never seemed to belong to the rest of us once she came into the picture, and I really like her, but somehow she's always in the way. Which is why I think she's so universally resented: the mates of geniuses shouldn't obtrude themselves between the genius and the adoring public, and she and he disregarded the principle, more power to them.
But anyway: George. There was always something tragic about him: all that talent subordinated to the service of the talky ones and then never really in step with the times. In the films, he was portrayed as quiet, wistful, passive. That was his appeal to a certain type of younger fan (and I was a VERY young fan, 20 years or so younger). Nearly a baby. I never got to go to their concerts and scream orgasmically or anything.
Here's to you, George Harrison. Nothing I could do would ever be good enough, but here's what I've got right now:
A dark star in rich shades of teal enclosed in an even darker one in deep violet. There's a glitter to the image, but it's subtle. When there are brighter, shinier ones about, you almost don't see what it contributes to the night. But when it's gone---wow, you feel its absence.