Ah, George. The Beatle with the devilish sense of humour, but a wonderfully spiritual man at the same time. And such music he wrote! I keep forgetting to buy All Things Must Pass, but every time I hear yet another wonderful song from it, I’m reminded how much of an idiot I am for not having done so yet.

Here is an utterly gorgeous song, swimming in ethereal warmth. It’s a pure, sweet song about “Sir Frank Crisp, a successful City of London solicitor, microscopist and horticulturalist well known for his eccentricities“. Oh George, you are just too much!

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