Capitol will unleash THE HOLLYWOOD BOWELS

What timing!

What, timing?

It was maybe TEN YEARS AGO that anybody would've cared about "The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl" on CD.

George Martin would've still been alive, and would've modestly said, "It's nice that a generation that no longer has record players can listen to this thing."

Instead, George Martin's idiot son is bullshitting that old line about how "It's never sounded better! Technology can somehow coax brilliance out of any shitty analog tape. This is a WHOLE NEW EXPERIENCE so BUY THIS OVER AGAIN!"

While Bob Dylan's people re-issue just about everything, and do it meticulously and sensibly, Macca and Dingo and the dead Beatle wives have offered a few hodge-podge collections, and some very incomplete BBC recordings. And now THIS thing.

As if there aren't other live recordings around? As if there couldn't be some definitive collections of studio rarities, including various volumes of "Get Back" stuff?

No, nobody wants the anal-compulsive junk that you find at memorabilia conventions, where you have to suffer through 20 takes of "Twist and Shout," or an entire CD of John's God-awful brain-damaged "Mary Jane" repetition.

But years ago, there could've been definitive re-issues of worthy material.

THIS stupid thing is keyed to...ho hum...yet ANOTHER Beatles documentary? This one is from the fabulous Opie himself? Yeah, this GENIUS is going to coax shit from the surviving Beatles and wives that nobody's heard before? Why do I doubt it? Why is this more likely to be another one-eye open snooze, like the "No Direction Home" Dylan dickery-doc?

Peace and love everyone, let's listen to screaming twats and four bewildered rockers...as if this CD will give any intelligent listener a smile of "it's just like being there." No, one guy was shot in the back by a religious fanatic. Another was nearly killed by a fanatic and then succumbed to the CANCER that is festering in most everything we come in contact with. Their two idiot wives don't have anything to say, and that goes double for the surviving duo who do little more than make coy faces and sing Greatest Hits.

FLUSH this down the BOWL...