IT was actually the Ben Folds version of this that originally got stuck in my head, but as time rolled on, it mutated into the more familiar voice of Paul McCartney. It got into my head after we hired "I Am Sam" from the video shop, which, by the way, is a lovely film. All through the film are new versions of Beatles songs, and they chose all the nice songs which make me feel all dreamy anyway.
  This one was one of the first Beatles songs that felt all mine. I inherited all of my Beatles records from my Dad. It's a mighty haul, but one that is probably the same as a million vinyl inheritances the world over. Lots of 7" singles and a thick paving slab of albums. Doing the maths of when Beatles records were released and which Beatles records my Dad had, shows me that once my parents got together, Beatles albums seemed to stop being bought. So all the way up to Sgt. Pepper, there's pretty much everything. After that, nothing. I'm not sure exactly what went on, but the Cliff Richard records continued to be bought, so it looks like Mum influenced the record buying for a while there (until the early 80s - after a 70s of K-TEL hit collections and the odd Roxy Music tape - Dad regained the reins when he saw that brave young soldier of a son - me! - striding out there and buying records by Madness, Adam Ant and, err, The Tweets, inspiring him to get back into the groove with some Human League and Queen albums. Go Dad! ).
  So, Abbey Road was an album I had to buy for myself. It's an album that I didn't grow up with and bought in my early twenties. This could be why it's my favourite Beatles album. It could be because I'm a McCartney boy, and this is such a glorious McCartney-driven album, too.
  Golden Slumbers for me, is everything that is great about Paul McCartney. Such a gorgeous melody and such a great performance. Such a shame that it's only a minute and a half long. Second only in too-shortness to Breaking Glass by David Bowie, which seems to be begging to continue getting robot funky, but fades out like Mum Bowie told him to turn it down. Oh, and The Stone Roses' I Am The Resurrection, which is obviously nowhere near being too short, but still fades out at a point where I'm thinking, Okaaaaay, where are we going now? Oh, nowhere, we're fading out. Dang.
Stop talking, Craig. Okay. Thanks.
Wed 19 Mar 2003