I’m annoyed with myself that the first thing I’ve felt moved enough to blog about comes as a response to someone dying. Other feelings are more important than getting wound-up about your own laziness and the sadness I feel having heard the news of George Martin’s death is certainly one of them. The other is, well, not anger, but frustration at the poor obituaries that have already started and will continue to follow – I read The Guardian’s obit. and it could have been cribbed from Baby’s First Beatles Book, with the bits about George Martin copied and pasted. Believe me, I’ve read a lot of very bad books about the Beatles and, of course, that is where much of GM’s story takes place, but there’s a lot more to him than that.

The fact that anyone cares, or knows anything, about producers is thanks to men like George Martin…