“Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)” by George Harrison
The eerie yet familar sounds in this song give me that rock n’ roll feeling—it reminds me of being in the backyard pool while dad played the classic rock station—it reminds me of my Aunt Nancy, who was the only person I knew whose favorite Beatle was George. She had an album cover sized picture of him with his palm outsteched and mystical looking symbols painted on his face. I remember being fascinated by this as a little girl, sitting in her apartment. It was an adult place without the usual kid stuff things to play with. She thought we’d like the hand held electronic football game but what I really liked where the album covers. The best part of her place was the musical instruments lining the walls in her bedroom—banjos, guitars and mandolins—but we weren’t allowed to touch.
