After putting John Lennon on the chopping block, I felt it was only fair to put another Beatle under the same analysis. Whenever I bring up Lennon or McCartney to others, the conversation usually ends up being an arguement over which was better. While I do appreciate John Lennon as an artist, ultimately a good chunk of his solo output is below average. I think I give Paul a slight advantage because he has never stopped producing music. While you might consider it pop fluff, it usually climbed the charts and was stuck in the world's collective head.
That being said Oobu Joobu represents everything I despise about this former Beatle. From the open self important monologue about how important the world is and the lazy annoying theme songs made my skin crawl. The album did contain some interesting songs, that you cannot get anywhere. Ulitimately it is unsatisfying, since the entire album is only broken up into one track.
This is one of the albums that my dad has passed along to me over the years. Whenever he finds something in his collection that he no longer likes, he usually passes it along to my brother and I before trading it in. I think that is why some of these are so hard to get rid of, is I see them as gifts, but in reality, they were someone else's garbage that I am now hanging onto. If he didn't like it and I don't like it, why on earth am I keeping it around?
Paul I will hang on to some of your other work, but this album is going to hit the road.
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