An eclectic musician dies young, his relevance and funds already had years prior after being blacklisted by every record label. Soon after, a postmortem biography is written by those which held some intellectual property rights, getting interviews from the ones which begrudgingly signed him and begrudgingly gave what little payout they promised. "If you really listen," they iterate, "and I mean really listen," they reiterate, "you can hear The Beatles!" It is as if they are hesitant to say his music was simply good. It is as if they have to make some sort of attempt to intellectualize it, as if it is not already a good piece of art. It is as if they are embarrassed to say they liked it. I would be too if I was lying.