Hollywood High
The problem for true believers is that there’s never been a proper Beatles live album.
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There's an old saying about music written for films and the stage: It's so lush and tuneful that it's almost too schmaltzy to be heard without accompanying visuals. Add to that the suspicion that many so-called "out" jazz catsguys with outsize reputations as loud, atonal shredders of the brainiac variety, blinding talents who prefer endless effects and generally play unhinged and far away from the melodyare really, under all the noise, big softies. There you have the story of Lovers.