I’ve been listening to George Harrison a lot these days. At first glance, this is not anything out of the ordinary for me. At the end of May, I finished a dissertation chapter draft dealing with Indian music’s influence in his Beatles songs. I received a beautiful vinyl edition of All Things Must Pass for my birthday. And I do like to listen to the Beatles, as a band, every once in a while and just listen. I enjoy the music without analyzing or scheming what I’m going to say. I find it a good anti-dissertation weariness tactic. Not that I’d get tired of the Beatles, ever - I haven’t for the past thirteen years - but I like to make sure. But I’ve also found myself listening back to George in particular on my own time. He’s my favorite Beatle, for a lot of reasons. His solo music is the first Beatles/Beatles-adjacent music I can remember, singing along to our Best of Dark Horse CD on long car drives. I learned to play the guitar because I thought it would help me understand why G...