Maybe choosing four hours while Fred is away, which always puts me into a heightened emotional state, was not the best decision for hunkering down and watching the epic Martin Scorsese documentary George Harrison Living in the Material World. However, in the grand tradition of Fred's plane taking off and one or both of the boys coming down with something contagious and antibiotic-worthy (Cooper has strep), I found myself at home with nothing to do but wait on my darling prince hand-and-foot and more importantly, check out what has been waiting for me on the dvr. It was a golden opportunity.
I either bawled or sat with a devastated lump in my throat the entire four hours (see noted emotional state above). I think we all can get a little narcissistic when it comes to The Beatles. Their music seems so, well, personal. We all have our own stories and our own connections. Maybe it's what Ravi Shankar talked about in GHLITMW: we are all searching for a spiritual connection. It can be strived for through studying books or listening to lectures. But it is the music that transcends and makes us feel, well, connected.
As usual, Scorsese delivers a bonafide knock out. He meticulously leads us through Harrison's entire experience: Beatlemania. The Maharishi. Eric Clapton. Patti Boyd. Eric Clapton running off with Patti Boyd; The Beatles' break up; solo albums; marriage to his exquisite widow Olivia; and most important, his precious son, Dhani. I think my favorite scene is when he is in his studio with Dhani playing guitar in the background. Dhani gets up and then embraces his dad with the sweetest hug. Maybe it's because I have boys who also love and idolize their dad (who happens to be a Ringo-worthy drummer both in talent and looks), it just completely touched me. The whole film is breathtaking and a must-watch for anyone with a music-tinged soul. Harrison's path is a road very few have taken and yet, it led him to a most common place: questioning the meaning of life. Harrison was relatable, unforgettable, and completely original.
I'm gonna upload All Things Must Pass onto my iPod now.