Plan and section
AN INEXPLICABLE LATE interest in George Harrison had me searching out an interesting podcast on the evolution of his My Sweet Lord song. It revealed, yet again, what a wildly inaccurate understanding of the world I have. I had thought that, between gigs, George had slumped down backstage with a complimentary hotel biro, scratched out a verse or two, then took them to the band where they all sorted out the chord sequences. “Money for old rope” my father would say.
It wasn’t like that at all. There was a niggling sort of an idea that Harrison carried around for months before making a rough draft with a couple of mates. Then followed a period of assembling mass guitarists, keyboard players, percussionists and the frightening ‘wall
