After the Beatles split, George Harrison drew first blood by releasing “All Things Must Pass”. It’s single, “My Sweet Lord” was a worldwide #1 hit. The album was #1 in America for the better part of two and a half months.
“All Things Must Pass” tapped into a spiritual vein. It comes from that place where the line between religion and faith blur. Sure the cynic knows that everybody’s a hypocrite on some level or another, but George was among the few artists that actually attempted to deliver guidance, hope and comfort with his music.
Obviously, George accomplished this at least partially in his lyrics. Other artists would talk the talk, but very few took the leap of faith if you will to actually try to put the search for enlightenment across in the songs as subject matter.
“My Sweet Lord” explains how impatient we are to learn life’s mysteries and wonders what happens when we die. “Isn’t It A Pity” reminds us that we are all sinners, and there’s nothing we can do about it. “What Is Life” celebrates the joy of companionship. “The Art Of Dying” and “All Things Must Pass” are sobering reminders that everything is temporary. “Awaiting On You All” says we can see Jesus if we open our hearts.
On the musical side, Phil Spector constructed the church where these hymns would be sung from. His treatments were not without controversy. Harrison himself would say years later that he wishes the record didn’t have “so much echo”. Honestly though , that’s like inviting a skunk to the party and then complaining about the smell. Sure , there are moments when Phil’s treatments get heavy handed. However when it works, it’s truly exhilarating.
“Beatle George” as he liked to refer to himself was indeed a musical God. Bigger than Jesus, just like Lennon said. Only John and Paul were more powerful. With the release of this album though, the scales tilted towards Harrison just a little bit. While an album of good songs alone would have been enough to accomplish this, the real power behind the record lies in the idea that if we seek the spiritual we can expect to keep looking until we’re gone.