In this post, I will refer to Harrison on a first name basis, simply because he feels like my friend or my surrogate grandfather from another life.
Today is February 25th – the late George Harrison’s birthday.
It’s the only day in February I actively try to remember but always fail to, falling right in the one month I’d rather not think about because its short existence makes me question time itself.
Which, fitting enough, is what I feel George Harrison was all about. Not feeling any dominance over this world, over our illusion of time, and over whatever it is we think we know about either.Continue reading “Oh how I love you, George”