Through the magic of the PVR, I’ve just finished Martin Scorcese’s hagiomentary of George Harrison.
Something struck me about this, and it’s hard for me to tell if it’s Harrison or Scorcese: there were no “normal” people to offer opinions about Harrison. No butchers, bakers or candlestick-makers — but plenty of world class people.
When Harrison went out solo, he led a huge star-studded concert, and then went on tour with a world class sitar player.
When he joined a band, it was a supergroup (i.e., Traveling Wilbury’s).
He raced cars … so he was friends with racing legend Jackie Stewart.
He’s interested in comedy … so he’s friend with the Pythons.
And so on.
This made me think that he must have been very like Barack Obama. All the little people love him so, but he doesn’t actually know any of them.