Actually, Tim Kingsbury and Richard Reed Parry were the ones singing.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
If I have to choose, I’ll go with the White Album. It covers so many genres – pop, experimental, country, metal, folk, blues, saloon music…
I mean, seriously, how many bands can put together an album like it that still has such great flow and undoubtedly still works as a collective piece? Do songs like “Good Night,” “Helter Skelter,” “Julia,” “Yer Blues,” (etc, etc) get the recognition they deserve?
It’s full of storytelling, imagery, ridiculousness, and flat-out discord. You can really tell in which direction each member was going as an artist. Even so, some of the most beautiful Beatles songs ever written are on this album.
A side note is that my dad introduced me to the Beatles pretty much while still in the womb, and we were being silly and singing “I’m So Tired” a few hours before he died in a car accident. I always thought it was fitting that one of my last memories of him alive is of a Beatles song.
Ahhhh…this is a really, really difficult choice. Strange Times? No, The Breaks. No, definitely Next Girl! No, Things Ain’t Like They Used To Be…that one’s a tearjerker.
It’s like picking a favorite child. Well, Lonely Boy is at the top of my current playlist. So right now, my favorite (to get my shimmy shimmy shake on to) is Lonely Boy.