Midweek Madness: Bing and the Beatles
I confess, devoted and needy Midweek Madness fans, that I sometimes feel a wee bit guilty going all madcap when things are so glum out there. But then I come to my senses.
I realize that I just have to carry on this infantile practice of trying to provide a whiff of levity every Wednesday, because so many people are struggling to deal with this confusing, cruel world. They may not make it if they don't receive my few minutes of distraction.
So I carry on my task, hoping that I can bring comfort, in the immortal words of Ethel Mertz, to "your drab, dreary little lives."
This week, I stumbled across something so deliciously absurd that it made me momentarily forget my cares and woes, so, hey, it's bound to do the same for you -- an annoying Beatles song from the famed White Album (even John Lennon thought it was awful) given a stupefying production number featuring, of all people, Bing Crosby, who ...
clearly hadn't a clue what he was singing. The choreography around him is priceless: