The Concert for George was shown on my local TV and I was encouraged to by the CDs of the concert.

I hadn’t realised that George Harrison was such a prolific songwriter. The CD has 20 singles on it. A poignant figure on stage was George’s son Dhani, strumming along while his Dad’s friends (and his) rocked through a night of nostalgia. To my mind it wasn’t so much a concert for George (who is, after all, sadly gone) but a concert for Dhani.

George Harrison was much interested in spirituality. My sweet Lord, I really want to see you . . . Hallelujah . . . Hari Khrisha … Hari Rama … quite similar praises, except that, with the Jerusalem crowds, who cried “Hallelujah”, we also say “Blessed is the one (Jesus) who comes in the name of the Lord!” The irony, of course, is they were soon to cry, “Crucify him!”

This song, sung by Billy Preston, stirred up a few feelings.:

Isn’t it a pity?
Isn’t it a shame?
How we break each other’s hearts
And cause each other pain?
How we take each other’s love
Without thinking any more
Forgetting to give back?
Isn’t it a pity
Some things take so long?
And how do I explain?
Not too many people
See we’re all the same
And because of all the tears
Our eyes can’t hope to see
The beauty that surrounds us
Isn’t it a pity?
Isn’t it a shame?