A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post waxing lyrical about the genius that is Tomorrow Never Knows by the Beatles. Of course that track, and many more, could not have existed without the genius that was Ravi Shankar, who sadly passed away on Tuesday at the ripe old age of 92. The thrumming drone of that C chord sitar played by George Harrison defines that song, and Ravi switched him on to it.
Of course there’s more – a hellava of a lot more, more than I realised until I read this obituary in the Guardian – but it’s his wonderful influence on my favourite band, and so the course of Western music, that I will personally remember him for.
And every time I hear this song: