We lost the shy Beatle five years ago today.
On the Concert for George album, McCartney brings out a ukulele to perform a cute, bouncy, music-hall version of "Something." It was so dreadful that I always skipped over it as soon as the track began. At first I'd click the Next button on my player, until I discovered that the shock alone of banging my head on the table was enough to make it skip on its own. I'd had the album several months before I realized that leveler heads, including Clapton and the rest of the musicians, took over the rest of the song after the first bridge.
One imagines George, watching from whatever plane of existence he'd arrived at, saying "Thanks, mate, but I don't need quite that much tribute."
Moral: If you're going to have "ukulele" and "tribute to George Harrison" in the same sentence, let's try and get it right. Like this, for example:
(Hat tip to Aboutitall, where they found this amazing clip long before I did, but lost the post when their archives crashed.)
*"Jumping flea," as any regular combatant with the NYTimes crossword knows, is the English translation of the Hawaiian word "ukulele."