And, by his own admission, he was, at least up until he became a stay-at-home dad in the mid-’70s.

I read an interview with Pete Best in some drummer magazine (maybe it was “Drummer Magazine”) and apparently the poor fella almost committed suicide watching his alternate universe get more and more enviable.

Bummer man, that’s a bummer. I guess in some ways the Beatles were a bigger bunch of assholes than Metallica

He was first and foremost an artist (Lennon–John, not V.I.–was a chum of his in art school). After he hooked up with a German artist chick named Astrid (don’t know whether she was a nihilist), he decided to put down his bass, settle down with Astrid, and create some art (no word on how vaginal it was, though).

Now, Pete Best, there was a worthy adversary who was becoming more popular than the other three lads in the band (and, therefore, possibly even Jesus). So the others unceremoniously dumped and replaced him with a fellah who’s better at the drums than myself by the name of Richard Starkey. That was the name his lovin’ parents gave him, but he never had much use for it. He went by the name of Ringo.

All in all, Crash was right though about the sum total of man’s philosophizing efforts being little more than mental masturbation- but then again, but there’s a reason we all do it!

i think that’s what cranky old Crash might have been indirectly alluding to – the fact that our modern philoso-freaks are often as phony as Madonna’s guitar playing. or he could have just been trying to look clever.