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The best part? Ringo’s wearing a goddamn tie.
As an unabashed Pepper-supremacist — a surprisingly contested position these days — I’m always trying to figure out why I like listening to that LP so much more than Revolver (which has better songs), or White (which is so much more musically varied). To me, Revolver is still the new sound in-process; and as I’ve said many times, White to me is the sound of the group breaking up. All I can say for sure is that, of the three, Pepper is simply the place I like to be most.
This evening, the below video crawled across my algorithm. While watching it, I wondered: is it the guitar sound that attracts me to Pepper? Is it…brighter somehow? Listening to the guitar solo for “Fixing A Hole,” something I’ve heard countless times before, I was just knocked out. And the opening track, what a beautiful snarl to open an album!
Can any musicians or other trained-ear folk help me out? I know there are actually pedals designed to mimic the VOX UL730 amps the group used in 1966-67, but Pepper‘s guitars just hit like a Mack truck.
Perhaps this video has some clues? It’s over three hours long, so I’ll be watching it in pieces.
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Thank you Mike, I really enjoyed that. I was 12 when Pepper came out. My friend called to tell me that his older brother had just brought it home and did I want to come listen. It was 8pm on a Friday night, and I had to beg my parents to let me go, the same way I had to beg them to stay up and watch them on Ed Sullivan the first time when I was 9 years old. What a major impact they had on my life, and that of many others!
I can’t help you with the guitar question but I’ll definitely support Pepper supremacy, as lonely a hill as that has become to defend. It IS a better place to be than Revolver, and though the c.w. holds that Revolver’s songs are superior (as you say), I think if you did a “shootout” between appropriate pairs of songs on Revolver vs. Pepper, it would be a pretty close contest. And the “concept” works whether they consciously engineered it or not (or started to and gave up) — see Gould’s “Can’t Buy Me Love”. Or Faith Current’s “Revolver/Pepper” articles that were reposted here.
I’ve always felt that Revolver was black and white, and Pepper full living color. Yes, that’s the packaging but…can you imagine if Brian had gotten his way and they’d put brown paper bags on Sgt. Pepper?
The thing about Pepper — and this for me is what elevates it over Revolver — is how it was full of correct artistic decisions by the Fabs. The music is wonderful on both, though I ever-so-slightly prefer psychedelic musichall to switched-on pop. Revolver was basically old-style packaging with Voorman’s groovy cover slapped on the front; Robert Freeman’s rosette could’ve (should’ve) been either the back cover or the inner sleeve or the label on the LP itself.
But Pepper…they picked Peter Blake over The Fool, printed the lyrics, added the inserts. They indemnified EMI against lawsuit so they could run all the famous photos. Pepper wasn’t just The Beatles at their most innovative, they were also infallible with it in a way that they never were again. Pepper is Beatle Taste (and Beatle Luck) at its zenith. It’s not for nothing that the film Yellow Submarine was greenlit during this period, too.
Mike! I was just leaving a comment on a Substack about the right and wrong ways to do meditation, where I mentioned your theory about how John’s incautious approach to meditating in Rishikesh might have permanently changed his personality. I gave ‘the old Beatles blog Hey Dullblog’ as my source, hit send, then idly thought I’d look the site up to see if I could find your thoughts on the subject. Imagine my delight when I saw the date of your last post, and immediately went back to remove the adjective ‘old’ from my comment!
On Pepper – I know we’ve had our differences re: it vs. Revolver, hehe (although the point seems to be moot these days, because if Revolver was Gen X’s album of choice, the Zoomers are definitively going for Abbey Road. Time is a funny thing…will Radiohead end up more known for In Rainbows than The Bends, Damon Albarn more for Gorillaz than Blur?). But I’ve really been enjoying Starostin’s latest magnum opus on the Sgt., which he’s only halfway through. Link here for the curious: https://substack.com/home/post/p-195323318
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Thank you @Justin! Reading some of that Starostin made me write a bunch about the concept behind Pepper — it’s so obvious to me I can’t un-see it — but I got tangled up and ran out of steam halfway through. I’m just not a critic, you know? Devin and Nancy can do that dance, but I want to just SAY it, and be done with it. “Pepper’s about this, duh. Go read books about the Sixties, you’ll see it!”
My theory, based on my own experience mind you, is that the sudden cessation of drugs (save pot), followed by intense meditation outside of the usual type of instruction and supervision, gave Lennon a severe energetic imbalance. These energetic imbalances manifest in very uncomfortable thoughts and feelings as the energy moves around your meridians (or doesn’t), and you think they’re externally caused. You feel angry, and look for the external cause; you feel scared, and look for the external cause; you feel like you just wanna DIE right NOW, and so forth.
Lennon medicated his condition with even more drugs post-India, including opioids, which makes perfect sense. He was in agony and needed nervous system relief. But being in this state one is very very reactive, and if you’re not getting the root cause treated, you’ll do things in your life that fuck things up. And then you have problems caused by that, which is what plagued Lennon for the rest of his life.
I think his endless searching for diets and such was an attempt to treat this condition. If he’d lived a bit longer, I think he would’ve run across the type of Eastern medicine that saved my life, and it might’ve helped him immensely.
I…think? I’m not a doctor, or a critic. 🙂
If you have a one- or two-sentence version of the theory you want to drop here, that’s good enough for me – if Nietzsche could get away with bald assertions couched in witty aphorisms, so can we all 🙂
Your theory makes sense to me based on my experience too. I’ve done a lot of meditation, inner work, journalling and Gestalt therapy, and while all that sitting with the discomfort has been good for me, it’s also been UNCOMFORTABLE. Very much so. I understand what it’s like to have unpleasant feelings violently coming up before you’re grounded enough to deal with them, I’m intimately faniliar with psychosomatic disturbances in the bodymind, and I also know what it is to feel viscerally let down by someone you’ve not been able to stop yourself putting on a pedestal (transference and codependency are not a happy mix).
Then I consider that John had a way harder life than I’ve had, and was in much more pain – as evidenced by just how manically he consumed anything that could possibly help him shove the feelings down – and then he’s suddenly not consuming any of it, and Brian’s just died, and Paul’s done something to piss him off (usurped him, rejected him, left India early, whatever it is). And the culture of the time allowed him so much less self-awareness than we enjoy today: at least when I experience codependency, shame, transference or idol-building I immediately *know* what’s happening, and can compassionately witness it all from a deeper place in which those things *aren’t* happening. John was just totally at the mercy of his inner child.
In any case, it bothers me that so few Beatle people are willing to seriously grapple with the fact that the band went to India to mellow out and get enlightened, upon which John instantly starts writing songs filled with lyrics like ‘Feel so suicidal’, ‘I’m GOING INSANE!’ and ‘I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind’, then starts acting like a crazy person, virtually single-handedly goes about fostering tension and discord, and ends up breaking up the band.
I’ll write my theory up as quick and brutally as possible in a post.
At the risk of getting to a level of detail nobody wants, my theory isn’t “Via meditation, Lennon unearthed trauma or other emotional material that he couldn’t handle.” That’s a perfectly legit theory, and may have happened, but it’s not what I’m talking about. I’m suggesting that
1) There is an “energy body” which Western medicine doesn’t recognize, but Eastern medicine does.
2) Long-term use of drugs causes changes in that energy body.
3) Sudden changes to drug usage patterns can cause disturbances — and even injuries — to a person’s energy body. Beginning or ending certain chemicals, for example. The sensations and states we use drugs for, can come from changes in the flow of qi. It’s not just that LSD does things to your nervous system, but also impacts your qi.
4) Big meditation — or big yoga/qigong, or big acupuncture, or big martial arts — can also disturb/injure the energy body.
5) Injuries — or, if you prefer, imbalances that don’t resolve without professional help — can cause physical and mental maladies.
6) Lennon’s energy body was developed in a certain way from his genetics, his childhood, and experiences. He had taken to using chemicals to soothe imbalances in his energy body, and those chemicals — which were stronger and stronger, from booze to speed to pot/LSD/whatever — had, by February 1968, become a load-bearing pillar in his energy body.
7) The abrupt removal of those drugs threw his energy body out of whack.
8) Lots of meditation and probably yoga threw it further out of whack. Even things that are healthy, like yoga, can cause uncomfortable symptoms as the system “detoxes.”
9) Lennon was damn strong, uncommonly resilient, but by the end of his India trip, these imbalances were making him act strangely. This is why he abruptly turned on the Maharishi. This is why he bitterly fought with Cyn on the flight home. This is why, once he got back to London, he started using again HARD. And it’s why he’s seemingly enraged at everybody in his life and runs to Yoko, and starts H.
None of this is to ignore or downplay the emotional content that he unearthed in India and was trying to metabolize. It is merely to share a very surprising subset of knowledge that I myself experienced a little more than ten years ago. Imbalances in the energy body — in Worsley acupuncture called “blocks” — make you feel physically awful, give you distinctive thoughts (some blocks make you depressed, some make you angry, some make you have repetitive thoughts). Each type has different effects, and you can have more than one going on at once. I don’t know if Lennon was out-of-whack, that would require an examination from a Worsley acupuncturist, but he sure acts like someone with one or several powerful, untreated energy blocks. By 27 he had really mistreated his body/mind/spirit, and had expended a huge amount of vitality. Like I said, he was strong, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he was suffering from this very peculiar kind of sickness.
All the “acting out” he does from 1968-71 or so are symptoms, and not just of childhood trauma. To me it’s much more acute than that, and his disregulation reminds me of periods of my own life. Luckily I was under the care of someone who knew what to do, but even so, I had many really hairy experiences.
Oh, and I read somewhere that there’s a good chance the title track was the Beatles’ attempt to keep up with Hendrix (btw Paul is my favourite guitarist in the band, not George – he’s so much more spontaneous and aggressive). Makes sense. Lovely how it all came full circle, with the great man covering the song a few days after the album came out, as the song’s authors looked on.