The Bruce McMouse Show, an abandoned film in which Wings interact with a family of cartoon mice who live under their stage (based on Paul’s doodles), is soon to be released for the first time alongside an expanded super-deluxe box set of Red Rose Speedway, itself a widely unloved album. It says a lot that I’m considering purchasing all of this.
Even stuff that once seemed hideously embarrassing about Paul’s solo career now fascinates me. It’s how he totally trusts his instincts, and then what results can come across as effortless genius, or throwaway, or total self-sabotage. I don’t think the other Beatles have this same mixed gift and curse.
Ram, Tug of War, Flaming Pie and Chaos and Creation In The Backyard are my favourite Paul albums, to choose one from each decade. Not sure which of the last couple I’d pick.
I have all of George’s solo albums and like them, but they get patchy and laboured after Living In The Material World (though the posthumous one, Brainwashed, is strong). His solo career would be second best for me purely on the merit of the incredible All Things Must Pass. Almost all of John’s stuff leaves me cold.