madcorgi

Spent some time this morning listening to the Beatles, especially their live rooftop concert and their live studio version of Hey Jude. The music still sounds incredible today, and it's easy to trace their influences directly through into today's music.

Awhile ago I heard an interview with John where he expressed resentment at the record company's constant pressure to put out new music. Imagine John and Paul working late into the night to figure out the bridge to "Yesterday" (working title: "Scrambled Eggs") before it was due the next day, playing it for the thousandth time, getting thoroughly sick of it. I wonder if it just became a job to the lads, and that was part of the problem (along with Yoko).

I have encountered this before in people who create art. Frustration and anxiety seem to be so bound up in the creative process that it feels more like suffering than joy. Folks like that just seem to miss out on the joy their work creates.