If you are interested in the assassination of Mohandas Gandhi, which occurred on this day in 1948, you must look elsewhere. Go to that other place for blogging about the rise of Hitler (1/30/1933) or the ritual execution of Oliver Cromwell in 1661. There was other tragedy too, which occurred in Northern Ireland, on this day in 1972, when British Paratroopers opened fire and killed 1400 unarmed civil-rights marchers in Derry, Northern Ireland. Let it be noted that evil occurs in the world. That it cannot be ignored. But let it not be something upon which we dwell or nourish within our inner garden. Let it not be the thing we think too much on. Or grow with our mind's attention to it. Let it not be. Or rather, Let It Be.
Which brings us to the point of another noteworthy event that occurred on January 30, 1969. If you read the headline, you already know. There's something about that final Beatles concert that calls to mind unforgettable dialogue from Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Ernest. Found? In a handbag? At a train station? Well, it was a rooftop this time. And when you check the video below, you'll see the incredulity of Wilde's dialogue written on the faces of London police. The Beatles may seem mild by today's standards, but in 1969, they were some bad-ass musicians. After the police shut down the concert, John Lennon said, "I’d like to say ‘Thank you’ on behalf of the group and ourselves and I hope we passed the audition.”
Here then is a three minute clip from the final concert, followed by 35 minutes of audio, followed by two clips from Julie Taymor's paean to the Fab Four, the rooftop scene in Across the Universe.
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