As usual, I agree with Rick. The term "gargantuan" is appropriate. These artists are genius narcissists, they suck up everything in the world as grist for their mills. Someone once invited a friend to meet James Joyce during one of his trips back to Dublin, and the person said, "I'll be damned if I want to end up in one of his damn books." A wise remark: you end up being sucked dry in the vortex of these people -- presumably why their wives or husbands leave them. Like Sylvia Plath or Malcolm Lowry, you just want to get out of the way.

It still irks me that they wouldn't be a little more gracious. Would it have killed the Beatles to have put the names of the Indian musicians on their albums, or some of the other musicians (Eric Clapton, for instance)? Was anyone going to say: "Oh, we knew it was somebody else all along, those Beatles are untalented"?

It is this "it came out of the godhead of my genius stuff" that pisses one off: even the gods ought to be able to be gracious once in awhile.


yours,
Peter T.